1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    times, and I hope we'll still be friends. I'll be all right.&#034 Inside, I was angry and frustrated! Being arrested, and losing Peter was bad enough. Now what would I do? We had just gotten back to the living room when the doorbell rang. It was a messenger with a telegram for me. I opened it, and got another shock. It was from the department store terminating my employment! Somehow they had found out that I had been arrested, and said that the store's image would be damaged if they continued to employ me. &#034How did they know?!&#034 I exclaimed. I knew that the store was not overly pleased with having me working there since I had started dressing for work in an effeminate manner. I guess that they were ready to use any pretext at all to get rid of me. The only thing that had kept me there was Paul, and he did not work there anymore. &#034I'm afraid,&#034 Margo said through her tears, &#034that it might have been me. They called while I was asl**p, and I said you had probably been busted. It was a joke, but they probably took it seriously, and checked your social security number on your wrap sheet with the cops. They do that sometimes.&#034 I felt like my life was over. I had just lost Peter, my apartment, my job, my good name, and most of my self-respect all in the last twenty- four hours. If I were ever to consider suicide, it was then, and the thought seriously ran through my mind. I just sat on the sofa, and cried. Edith and Margo tried to console me, but there was ...
    nothing left to do but cry. I really wished I was dead! &#034I think you should have that shower now,&#034 Edith said after many emotional minutes. &#034Then we'll have lunch, and try to sort things out. I told you that I was with you all the way, and I'm here for you now. Mother will do what she can.&#034 That calmed me down a little bit, but not very much. I went to my bedroom, stripped to the skin, and went to the shower. I eyed the medicine cabinet, and thought about just how many pills I could get down to solve all my problems, but that was not the way. Maybe Edith could help. I decided to at least hear what she had to say. I could always kill myself later. I dressed in a rather plain blue dress, and rejoined them in the living room. Edith and Margo were talking quietly, but stopped when I entered. &#034Ready?&#034 asked Edith. &#034Ready,&#034 I replied, and we left for lunch. I was in a daze. I did not know what I would do. The Times Square area is known for big theaters and restaurants with lots of flash and noise, and some of the more interesting night spots in The City. Those were hardly the sort of place that I needed to be in now. There are also a great number of bars catering to almost every taste, pleasure, and perversion known to humankind. As much as I would have liked to have just retreated into an alcoholic haze like Margo did, that was not the way either. There are, however, nestled in the side streets, a very few small cafes where you can get tea served in a ...
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