Before leaving the apartment she had changed from hermore masculine day clothing to her preferred sissy clothing. And tonight,she had put on what she ...was starting to think of as her evening workoutfit. In addition to her three inch heels, she was wearing dark stay upstockings, very skimpy black leather hot pants, a short short neon greentube top that left her pierced navel exposed.. oh and a very small pairof thong panties that barely contained her nice sized pricklet. She had arow of tiny fake. I told her that we would call after Rosita told us a little more. Knowing that the older lady, Consuelo, would know something, I called their cell phone. "Hello, firewood we sell. Deliver you want?"It is always amazing to hear the way that woman spoke. I had learned her name was Anita and asked, "Anita, this is Mike. I want to speak to Consuelo." With Carmen she is. Worried we are. Wrong is what we don't know." Okay, thank you, Anita."I called the Clinic and spoke with the lady at the desk.. She took her time and did not spill a drop.With Amy and Topaz helping me, I filled each of the plates with stew and Mom brought forth a beautiful basket of iridescent hues for the bread. The two tables were joined so that we would not be separated by artificial boundaries.Jorge and Judith sat beside me as we ate. I helped each of them to eat their portion, and had little to say during the meal, because I was busy. Susan instructed our guests on how to use the new eating utensils, then did what. ”“Pretty good, huh?” Susan grinned.“I can kill you 27 different ways,” Rhonda said, freezing the smile on Susan’s face. “My sister, Sharon, is a tiny thing, and she’s so good it scares me”“I only know 14 ways to kill someone,” Carly said. “But I’m getting there.”“Do not fuck with that girl,” Jane muttered to Mac on the other side of the room.“Or her mom,” Mac muttered back.“But your focus is on competition cheerleading, though, right?” Susan was asking.“Yes, ma’am. I haven’t done any martial.