He saw me and got a strange look on his face - like he knew me from somewhere. "Wait! This isn't..." I stopped him.What could I say? I stammered somet...hing about this not being what it looks like, but I guess it was exactly what it seemed to be. Here I was, the guy next door dressed like the lady next door. Chuck looked a little stunned by this discovery, but I also noticed a sly smile spreading across his face.I have never found myself attracted to another man, but for some reason I now noticed. We're doin' all we can. I'm goin' down to see Mr. Stanton tonight to see about some overtime for Saturday." And what if it rains on Saturday?" Mort asked in a way that irritated Hal."I don't know! We'll just have to keep trying." Well, calm down already," Mort said to him. "I know a way we could keep working whether it rains or not." Once we get the roofs on we can..." I don't mean that. I mean something really different," Mort said."Whaddya mean?" What if you had an area set aside to store. Where was she? What time was it? What day was it? Was she meant to be somewhere? She had to lift her head to get proper bearings, her eyes were blocked and out of focus. With tremendous effort she peeled her face from her sleeping place, though for a moment it stuck in the grooves and lifted with her. She looked back down at it as it broke free. Cream coloured cross-weave...hmmm, it looked suspiciously like her sofa. A quick look around, and yes, this did appear to be her living room, but she. My arms go around his neck, and our breathing intensifies. I need this…I need you, I moan, and Adams hand goes down to pull his throbbing manhood out of the hole in his boxers. It looks different than what I expected, and he pushes me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. He leans over me, kissing me again, trailing kisses down my body, to my navel, and I shiver. It feels good to be touched that way, by someone knew. Please, I whisper, and Adam looks up at me, then brings himself back.