If the story did break at this point, the conspirators would simply crawl back under their rock and gloat, having accomplished what they set out to do....I could not go to the police, either. I had learned enough through Dianna and the girls at Ringers to know cops abuse transgenders worse than Society at large. In their eyes, 'Lisa Layne, Executive Vice-President' would appear to be a T-girl scam of epic proportions. At the same time, Jeff Spencer was an idol to every macho jerk in Chicago —. "Yes...Bob is a fuck!" She said laughing. We were both laughing then, laughing so hard it hurt and I fell back holding onto my sides. Eva collapsed beside me where we'd been sitting on the edge of the pool dangling our feel in the water while talking. Suddenly she was next to me, beside me. Our bodies touched, I thought perhaps that I should move away, I felt her breast brush my arm, pressing against it. But I purposely held it there, allowing myself to enjoy the erotic sensation as her nipple. .."Almost before Becky had caught her breath they were outside, on the wagon and leaving town. It took half an hour to reach the farmstead and as they approached it there were fields with new growing corn and one with a few cattle in. The farmhouse itself was a low log cabin with a turf roof and boards over the windows. It seemed small compared with the houses she had known in New York, but a surge of happiness ran through her body as she realised, for the first time, this was her home to keep. At the door Don was standing there with Nancy; she looked like she had enjoyed herself. “ Gotta go now, thanks for keeping Bonnie company “he said .Bonnie spoke up saying I was going to take her home.”Okay,” Don said, walking Nancy out to the car and drove off as we watched them drive away. “So where were we?” I said as I turned facing Bonnie then she reached her hands around my head and kissed me. I placed my hands on her hips pulling her even closer as we stood in the middle of the room.