Love, Lady Diavolina."She pushed her way out of the door before her after finally getting up to her feet, cursing as she crumpled up the note. She ha...d a long trip ahead of her, she realized as she ventured into the bright sunshine - the part was a good hour's walk from her home. On the back of the door she opened was the sign for the men's washroom, the public washroom in the middle of the park that was Lady Diavolina's rendezvous site - a good hour's walk from home.She tried to ignore all. The next thing I knew it was morning. Bill was still asleep as I eased myself out of bed, grabbed a pair of panties and a shirt and headed for the bathroom. I dressed, walked to the kitchen, made myself a cup of coffee and turned on the news. I continued my thoughts from the previous night.I knew that no matter what else happened between us, I had to help Bill get out of the spot he was in. I went to the kitchen and pulled out my Dad's phone book. I scanned the pages trying to remember his. Though, all of this didn't happen his freshman year in Highschool, but rather his Sophomore year. Regardless of this, he still was baffled why he was mistaken for a girl. After all, it wasn't like he was in a dress or wearing lipstick or makeup or anything. Or so he though. As it wasn't until a friend of his, when he told him about it, explicitly told him why. 'Just because you're not dressing like a girl' doesn't mean you don't look girlish. It's something you're going to deal with', he was. ‘I’ll put on a little show for you.’ She seemed to love stripping for me, crawling onto the bed, running her fingers over her body, moaning a little, even rubbing her pussy a little. She knelt on the bed facing me, crossed her arms, and pulled the little nightie over her head, exposing her beautiful young breasts which she held out proudly. I unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock as she started grinding, moving her body all around on the bed, slowly slipping off of it. I stroked as she crawled.