...it was also a cabaret venue that put on a tranny show. Intermingled were your, now termed, LBGT community and damn it was good down there. My atten...tion was always drawn to the TV's (I'll generalise here so please excuse, no offense intended) who chatted, danced and sashayed down there. They were either glammed up, demure or downright stunningly gorgeous. There was one who pretty much every male took a second glance or said if there was ever one time...they would. That was Melissa - think. Let's talk cars."I told my new slaves to stay where they are. Gary and I went out and looked around the lot. Gary showed me a couple of cars that he insisted were real cherries. I picked out a two year old Grand Marquis and asked him how much. He thought about it for a few minutes and said, "I'll make you the best damn deal I can make you. I'll give it to you for what I have in it if I can have a piece of that sweet young thing in my office."I thought that sounded fair, though I had to chuckle.. Shirer”The following is an interesting side story of the Belgium invasion that might prompt a Historical Fiction tale of those dangerous years. (Of course, this is all true and not fiction at all.)THE SAGA OF THE BELGIUM GOLDIn the late 1930s the danger of war was increased drastically.With Hitler now firmly in charge of the German nation, the surrounding countries in Europe could literally feel the tension building day by day.Belgium decided it was time to transfer most of its stocks of gold. She wasn’t able to keep her thighs close. But she slowly went inside and I left for my flight. After this point, it’s written from her point of view. I know I haven’t told my name yet so just refer me as ‘Virat’. So let’s begin.It was really difficult for me to even take a single step. I was wearing loose clothes and nothing underneath which helped me to walk freely. In my mind, I was regretting telling him to do something to me that I won’t be able to walk for days. Now it became real for.