I do something and my welcome is gone, I go to my locker, grab my bag, and go. I’m out of here on the next freight train silly enough to have an ope...n space I can hide in- and that’s pretty much any of them. Or the next truck with hiding space. Usually I try to stay in cities with freight service. Bad things have happened to me when I step away from mass transportation infrastructure.Sometimes I leave without impetus for doing so. I’ve ridden so many miles on Amtrak and Greyhound, I know many. "Too late," she said and looked somewhat disappointed about it.And like the 'stupid' gentleman I was, and still am, I said, "Maybe next time."This made her smile, and then she pulled me along to join her other friends again. I could see that Jennie was smiling in our direction when we walked up to her.Again, I just joined her friends but didn't engage myself in their conversation. Amanda was still holding on to my hand.The dance floor didn't clear out like I had expected, but I noticed that. ‘Have you ever seen a hard cock before?’ ‘No, never!’ ‘Well, there is a first time for everything’ I said as I stroked to the sight of her in her bra. ‘Take off that skirt next!’ I ordered her, waving the gun around. She unhooked the top of the skirt and let it drop to her feet. She had on a pair of tiny white panties with a bow on the top of it. The sight of Taylor Swift in her bra and panties was too much for me to take and I started stroking harder and harder at the sight. ‘That is so. Isn't that what they say?"Gwen shook her head. She looked out at the sissy in blue, and she triedto imagine Joey dressed that way, all meek and feminine."Joey," she said. "You know I love you. But this is just a curiosity foryou, believe me. You do not want to do this. Get over it." Could we ... try it on the weekends?" Joey, look of them," she said. "Do you think they just dress up on theweekend? Look at their breasts. Looking at their hair-dos. Look at theirmakeup. What was the word you used..