Wherehe did his work was a good question - a question for later. The ensuite wasslightly larger and nicer with a built-in laundry chute. Convenient. B...adthings: the girl in the mirror definitely wasn't him."Fuck!" Trevor said reflexively. That wasn't his voice, either.The girl looking back in the big bathroom mirror was neither especiallyfeminine nor obviously a former boy. She was a very cute girl, but in anandrogynous way, with a slightly-square jaw, high, defined cheekbones, andexpressive. That tiny mask she was wearing had transformed Sara into a public flasher and it was very erotic. Many times, she was groped and fondled as we made our way through the revelers. She didn’t mind at all, apparently, as she really got into the Mardi Gras mood, earning her beads.Eventually we found ourselves back under the balcony where she had first flashed her breasts to the college guys. Since all she was now wearing was the mini-skirt, she had nothing else to flash the boys. They were begging. He too offered Michael protection. Nobody bothered Michael for the rest of his time in the can. He had sex with Bob and everything was okay.Prison is a nasty place to be. Men have sex with other men. Guards have sex with the prisoners. The only way to survive is to meet somebody who will offer protection. Life in jail is no happy fairytale. Nobody wants to talk about their stints in prison. Everybody turns gay in prison. If they say otherwise, they’re lying.Now Michael was going back. Back to. When she stood in the doorway between the café and the patio, she hesitated a moment, took a deep breath, as if gathering nerve, then, somewhat shyly, walked to my table, and I could see her breasts and nipples through the thin material of her white blouse. As she came closer, her dark eyes gazed into mine. Her radiant olive skin, high cheekbones, and long, wild dark hair curling halfway down her back dazzled me, but it was her smile, the full sensual lips that made me smile back at her.“May I.