There was a reason why a man living witha woman was referred to as a "mattress".He found Greggie in the dressing room, sitting on the floor and sobbin...g.He pulled the boy off the floor and hugged him, supporting his full bodyweight. Stevie pushed the tearful boy slightly away, and looked at himat arm's length. His makeup was smeared from his crying, his blouse wastorn, and his miniskirt had ridden up on him to the point that you couldsee his pink thong bikini underwear. "You're quite a sight,". What next to do and where to do it became the paramount question and to both of us the decision was so obvious, the balcony.One of the other things John and I had previously discussed was that we were both exhibitionists, not exactly shocking considering our inclination to wear as little clothing as we could get away with. The balcony could be a stage for us, and it offered a wholly different kind of exhibitionism than either of us had ever experienced. So as we stepped out through his sliding. She couldn't understand why other people couldn't comprehend why she'dwant to be a girl for reasons other than sex, it was so frustrating. Shejust wanted to be a girl for the simplest of reasons, like so all herclothes would fit her body properly. She was very concious of a certainlump whenever she wore a tight skirt.On sunny days she'd like to be able to sunbathe in a nice swimsuitwithout that annoying thing down below. But she did manage to get asecond hand cheerleader outfit off ebay and she. I spoke to Conrad. It was he who had been supervising my fitness programme.” She turned to smile at me in the position I had taken up by the door, ready to prevent any inopportune return by the waiters.. I smiled back. I knew what was coming. “I asked him could he drive and did he have a clean licence. The answer was yes to both. So I suggested that he might like to take up employment with me as a chauffeur-cum-full-time-fitness trainer. And together, we have gone from strength to strength.”.