”“Famous? I am a nobody, sir. My girls are far more important than me.”“That reaction fits what I heard; so you are the guy! Tremendous. What ...brought you to do what you did, you and these girls?”“Sir! Please believe me when I say that it was all rather unexpected, and certainly not what I had in mind when I started my course here.”“Well, Mr Robertson, you must admit that what you did was quite surprising, perhaps unique. That by itself has given you a reputation. My nephew is a student there.. While he didn’t make a smile or even a grunt, he was relieved to find a half-eaten hotdog. He walked outside and sat on a bench, gorging himself on the ratty food. He leaned back, letting the rain wash away the dark bloodstains in his clothes. Carter was in his early twenties, had medium-length matted hair, and a shady beginning of a beard from days of not shaving. He had a sickly complexion and sunken bloodshot eyes. His build was more muscle than fat, but that was due mostly to how little he. By my side was my fiancée for this drive. She cuddled up tight and we fell asleep together.Pulling up at six-thirty am to the Hilton Inn Downtown, we got out and walked in. Stuart, with Isabel and Tracy on his arms, joined us as we walked into the Market Street Restaurant as they were just opening for the morning. I looked for the signage and saw an arrow to a workout area ... yes!For no particular reason, I changed up my usual breakfast. When it was my turn, I ordered some poached eggs, and. "Isn't he dreamy?" I guess." I shrugged, not wanting to give any signs that I might be into that type of thing. "He doesn't play, anyways," Flame said. I assumed I knew what play meant and didn't ask.The second dancer was leaving the stage. The announcer introduced the next girl while Flame and I talked. "So you like wearing girl's clothing?" Flame asked, surprising the shit out of me."Excuse me?" Well I see you are wearing pantyhose under your pants," she pointed out, letting go off my hand.