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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
was getting back into her s****rly mood again. I rather liked her that way. She always seemed so hard and tough all the time. It was nice to know there was another side to her. I did not tell Margo about Brian. After how she had admonished me this morning about Alan, I did not want another lecture on the perils of flirting with straight men. She was just about to say something when the telephone rang. I got up to answer it, and a female voice on the other end identified herself as Tom's secretary from the photography studio. "We'd like to set up an appointment for you to come in for test shots," she said. "I understand that you work full-time, so what day would be good for you? We'd prefer not to do it in the evening." I had just had my days off changed to Sunday and Monday, so I suggested the next Monday. "That would be fine," the voice said. "Could you make a 9:30AM appointment?" I said I could, and she ended the conversation. "What was that all about?" asked Margo as I returned to my chair. I told her, and she said, "You sure are getting into a lot of things. Don't go, and burn yourself out. Are you coming to the bar with me tonight?" I was feeling very tired which I supposed was part of the effect of the hormones doing their work. "No," I said with a sigh, "I don't feel up to it tonight. I think I'll just stay here." Margo looked at me with an indifferent look on her face, and said, "Suit yourself. I'm ... going to take a shower." Margo was just leaving the room when the telephone rang again. She picked up the receiver, and said, "Hello?... Who?... Yes, she's here. Just a minute." She held her hand over the mouthpiece, turned to me, and said, "It's for you. Somebody named Peter?" I sprang from my chair, and grabbed the telephone from Margo. She continued on her way to the shower, and I put the receiver to my ear nervously saying, "Hello?" A familiar voice came back, and said, "Bobbi? Hi, doll! I told you I'd call. How are you doing?" We chatted pleasantly about nothing for a minute or two, and then he asked, "What are you doing Saturday night? I thought maybe we could have dinner, and see a movie." That was what I had hoped he would say. "Sure!" I replied trying not to appear too anxious. "I have to work part of the day, but that isn't a problem. What time?" "Well," he said, "what if I pick you up at six-thirty? We could have an early dinner, and then go to a movie." I told him that it was fine with me, and the date was made. We talked for a minute or two more until at last he said, "I guess I should get back to work here now, doll. I'll see you on Saturday at six-thirty." "Okay," I said, "I'll be waiting. Bye-bye!" Margo left for the bar around six o'clock. I told her about my date with Peter, and she said, "Okay, s*s. I get the message. I'll plan on leaving the apartment to ...