I accepted the call, and he said he hadn't gotmuch time, but he had found someone who might put up money for my idea.Could we meet tonight to discuss ...it?Shit, what do I do? It wouldn't affect my decision, but I was intrigued,how had he found someone that quickly. OK, I said, where? He mentionedanother bar in town and we agreed to meet at eight. I was OK with this;I had made my decision and surely no harm could come from meeting him. Idressed down this time, a pair of tight jeans which I knew. We went in to have lunch. After that we ran up to my room, played some video games and watched a movie. After the movie he wanted to go home so we said our good byes and he left. I went up to my room to rest and when I came into my room I found a note from my mom…It read:Hey sweetie!! If you’re not too tired you should join me for a quick snack… there will be juice. Meet me at the greenhouse if your interested…I smirked at the “Juice” part, getting my mothers humor. I ran down the steps and. * * * * * *The first thing Danny noticed when he awoke the next morning was thathis room seemed much more full. His closet was packed with skirts,dresses and shoes, his chest of drawers was stuffed with bras, panties,slips etc etc and his dressing table was covered in an array ofcosmetics and perfumes.Having had a good night's sleep, he felt a little more positive and sohe resolved to try to embrace the situation he was in. After all, silkypanties were much nicer to wear than boring old. I joined in politely and enquired of the various places they went to, but explained I’d never been abroad.“Do you intend to?” Freda, who was sitting next to me, asked.“I do indeed, I’m making mental notes even as we speak,” I chuckled. “I’m the first in my family to get to university, the first to raise my head above the parapet and look at the whole world, not just the view from the factory floor.”“Good for you,” she acknowledged. “I’m sure they’re proud of you.”“Mum was fit to burst,” I.