" Stealth, your honor. All my clothes are female. As your honor knowsfrom previous private conversations, I no longer have male clothes.What I was wea...ring for the trial until today may have looked like maleclothes, but Laura Scott, Amy Vanderbilt and others designed them tofit the bodies of women. What I am usually doesn't have any bearing onthe cases I present before you or the other judges. Today it does." You may proceed," The judge told her. "But be aware that there stillmay be a mistrial. " But not her beautiful bald cunt," John said. "Tell me that you're not depressed knowing it'll be more than a month before Ron Jr. can walk through Hannah's moist wet front door again?" Oh no brother, believe me it won't be that long." You have a plan," John said looking hopefully as the bus started moving again."Not yet, but if I don't think of something, believe me when I tell you my pet will; you can't keep her away from my cock for long."Smiling John said, "Yeah, you're right about that,. I'd got it on with some hot chick in one of the empty college dorms and gotten a slap from her and a pint of beer over my head after I told her she was rubbish in bed. I suppose I deserved that.What can I say? I was a typical twenty- one year old whose arrogant knowing he's good looking and gets all the girls. But with lots of men like me, I charm girls with sweet talk complimenting them on how they dress, their eyes, their smile, just so I could get them into bed with me. Once I've slept with. Kat had caught most of our half dozen fish, as usual, and I was rowing us home, as usual, when she pointed out that our neighbours were obviously walking towards our end of the bay. Kat also pointed out that our bathers were on the front veranda. It was too late to worry about that oversight now. In fact they were more than half way along the bay. From this closeness of about four hundred metres we noticed they held hands. They looked like a man and woman, and we both agreed it looked like they.