The gown belongs to my wifeKelly. She knows that I like to cross-dress but doesnot really appreciate it. Nor does she want me to"borrow" any of her cl...othes, under the threat of "orelse". Usually I don't have a problem with that, as Ihave a decent wardrobe of my own to wear. Howeverthis gown is beautiful and cost more than I couldever pay out of my secret funding. She bought thegown for a black tie event that her company washaving.Kelly was gone for a few days, she left Thursdaynight and. "That's a surprise," they said in unison." ... so stay out of them, please," Bobby finished for them."You didn't really do that, did you?" Art asked."Do what?" Sandra said, looking all innocent. "The paint is water soluble. It washes right off, or at least the instructions say it will."Art's heart rate picked up. I know they're teasing me. Surely they're teasing me. There is no way I'm going to wear a painted-on outfit, crotch guard or not. Besides, that thing glues on. No frigging way am I. Tallish, blond hair, and very effeminate looking. In fact, his face was similar to Brigitte Bardot’s in her young days, with the snub nose and pouting lips. Older women loved him and wanted to protect him, as he was a bit skinny and had a vulnerable look about him. But for eighteen years’ old he was doing pretty well. He was screwing three women, mothers of friends of his, on a regular basis back in London, while giving his ass to the husband of one of them as well. Whether the wife knew. A deep need. Now whether I had alwayshad this need or whether it was something that was inspired by Chris'sunstinting help of me in the beginning, we don't know. But it was thisdeep need and my failure with Peter that brought about my 'episode'.It may have been due to the fact that I identified strongly with Peter'scondition that I reacted so badly to his death, I mean I had lost peoplebefore and it hadn't affected me in that way. I mean it hurts, badly,but I, or any of my colleagues, hadn't.