But here is a story about the misadventures of modernizing.When I was young my parents bought a small house that had an outhouse instead of an indoor ...bathroom. It was on a small lot of about 120'x150' in an established community.The neighbors all had septic tanks installed but instead of a standard finger system, they simply ran the overflow into the open ditches that networked the back property lines and then into culverts along the streets.When it came time to install our tank, the neighbors. The blouses are for me. I am this lady's sissy boyfriend."The checkout lady was a veteran employee of Penny's for over 15 years,and in all that time she never had anyone say that to her and while ittook her by surprise, she only commented."I hope you enjoy them." I hope so too," Cindi replied. Mary handed over her credit card and thetransaction was completed, the blouses put in a plastic bag with carryhandles and she handed them to Cindi."See? " Mary said. "Was that so hard? Nobody bit you. I didn’t think I could take much more of this until…“One more time around… just the yellows?” I finally had the presence of mind to say.No one said anything, Nate just drew his card. He read it to himself, then said, “I think we all need to do this one,”I think we were all still too awestruck over what had just happened to respond, I guess we all figured we’d just do it… whatever ‘it’ was. ‘Tell your wildest, nastiest fantasies,’ he read aloud.My mind whirled, what the hell fantasies could top. Some years ago there was a small break thru and a d**g was formed that could prevent one from contracting the dreaded alphabet virus. Now I am one of millions that swallow the small blue tablet known to many as PrEP. I even have started being more discrete in securing a partner for sexual romps. I place an ad in one of the many male hook up spots and in time receive a reply and invite to come to a home and pleasure the guy. I arrived at the appointed time and entered the home with my small bag.