He scoffed at me, and I had to pinch myself under the table to keep from laughing. I was lying through my teeth at this point, because there was one m...ore move that I hadn't yet tried."The walls of this place are pretty thin, Keegan. I've had to listen to you jerk off with that thing up your ass for the past two days. You're not exactly subtle about it."He blushed, hard. He didn't stop blushing. He actually tried to hide his face. Without another word, he downed his drink and left the kitchen. I. T. on a patch. Both were accented in either green or white piping.Ann Comeche smiled big and let out a sigh of relief."Dean, I can't tell you how skeptical I was about all of this, but this, ... THIS (pointing to the jerseys) is just fantastic. They are awesome. We've never really had a link to who we are and the colors have always been green, um ... ish. Now we have something. Can I assume that we will call these our colors and can fashion a logo for licensing?" Licensing?" The Dean asked. I can't help wondering which of the residents it could be. I've met them all at one time or another. Most of those old guys flirt with me whenever they get the chance. Now it looks like one of them is having his dreams come true.I ran through the possibilities while a man who is probably in his seventies had the pleasure of undressing me. Most of the men here are at least seventy. I can eliminate nearly half of them out of hand. I can rule out the men in wheelchairs and the men who use walkers. I had had a bad experience before with dating so close to home and knew better by now. One girl in particular I always noticed as she seemed to always being walking up to her door around the same 5pm time when I got home. I had dated a few trans women in the past casually and was fairly literate on spotting the subtle ‘clues’ and so I pretty much knew her gender but didn’t let on. We exchanged smiles and hellos occasionally but nothing more. One afternoon we ended up chatting at length at the.