All kind of thingslike that happen all the time." Do you like men that dress like girls?"Miriam laughed. "I like you just the way you are, Martin, but...I don'tknow how to answer your question, since I've never had a boyfriend whodressed like a girl." Which do you prefer?" Like I said, that's hard to say since you're the first boy I've metwho's like yourself."Miriam furrowed her brow in thought and after a few moments said, "Yes Ithink I would like a boy like you, if for no other reason than that. 'I know what you guys are like.' And she swoops down to run her hands firmly the length of my arms, so that her pony-tailed hair brushes across my neck. I can sense her mouth hovering close to the side of my face. 'Although I'm flattered you got hard before we'd even started.'The last sentence is a soft, girlish whisper and even minutes later, when she's working her hands up my leg muscles, it has the blood pounding in my ears. Whatever blood, that is, that hasn't been pumped to my now totally. She looked about, noting the racks of whips, chains and the like, his face telling of his pride of the place, hers unmoving, as he pointed out the recording and filming gear, the fact it was all sound-proofed, the lifting gear and the bondage kit, the whipping horse and the pillory, the list was endless and she silently licked her lips, perhaps nervously or perhaps in anticipation, giving nothing away, he couldn’t tell not having known her enough to make a judgement …yet. He explained that it. The boys had invited Mark to dinner, letting him know, in not so many words, that they really wanted him to be at the concert, too."So," Mark asked as the foursome sat down to dinner, "what should I expect tonight? I've not been to a school concert in many years."The boys were quick to bombard Mark with what usually happens at their concerts, being careful not to give too much away about tonight's special surprises. Between bites of dinner, the boys informed Mark that their mother had a meeting.