1. Bobbi


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

    or the Rockefeller Center areas, so I could get to all the other things in my life easily if I got one of them. I cut the ads out of the newspaper, and tucked them into my purse. It was time to head into The City, and get started. It was not about ten minutes after nine, so I thought I might take the chance of trying to phone Paul to see if he could help. Edith had given me the name of the large chemical company on Park Avenue that he now worked for, so I called information to get the number. A few minutes later I was asking the switchboard operator at the chemical company for his extension. A female voice then said, &#034Hello?&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 I replied, &#034is Paul there?&#034 Her voice was very businesslike as she said, &#034No, I'm sorry, but Paul won't be in until Wednesday. May I take a message?&#034 I gave her my name and number, saying that I wanted to apply for a job, and she said Paul would get back to me. I thanked her, and hung up. I would have to wait a few days to see if Paul could, or even would help me. &#034You going out now?&#034 asked Sarah when she saw me putting on my coat. &#034Yes,&#034 I replied. &#034I'm going out to start looking for a job. I won't be too late tonight, so I should see you at dinner later. Wish me good luck!&#034 Sarah shook her head. &#034I pray for you instead,&#034 she said. &#034It's better than luck.&#034 Sarah was a grandmother clear to the bone. I finished adjusting my coat, primped my hair one last time, and headed out ...
    the door. &#034Bye, grandma,&#034 I called as I left. &#034Have a good day, grandc***d,&#034 she replied as the door closed. It was only a few blocks to the subway station, so I walked there quickly. This part of Queens was a nice sort of neighborhood for New York City. It was a bit like the towns in Hudson County, New Jersey that I had grown up in. That was not at all surprising. Hudson County is on the west bank of the Hudson River across from Manhattan, and the Boro of Queens is on the east bank of the East River across from Manhattan. The two places flank the downtown areas of Manhattan Island like a pair of bookends. It only follows that they should be alike in many respects. It was, however, very different from living in mid-town Manhattan the way I had when I shared the apartment with Margo. I liked living here in Queens a lot better. The subway was not crowded when I got there, but it was well after the rush-hour, and our stop was almost at the end of the line. I too a seat, and was enveloped in the never ending roar that filled every tunnel, station, and car of the New York City Subway System as the train jerked into motion, and plunged through the thick, grimy blackness of the vein-like network of tunnels that stretched like the web of a demented spider, beneath the streets of The City and its Boros, unifying the polyglot of neighborhoods that make it up, into one, at least semi-coherent, municipal entity. I received a few passing glances from my fellow riders as we ...
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