Deadly Seduction
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What can I tell you about my friend Travis? I've known him for 20 years; we even went to grade school together. He's, to put it mildly, a bit eccentric. To be completely honest, he's crazy. That's probably why I like him. Whatever we do, it's fun. For years, he has planned what he terms adventures for us to embark upon. They are always odd adventures but extremely interesting. This is the story of our latest one.
He called last night and asked me over to watch Monday Night Football. I eagerly accepted. Not just because the Bears were playing, but because I have always had a fascination for Travis, his adventures and his antics. I know that football will not be the only, and maybe not even the primary adventure or entertainment of the evening.
Travis said that he discovered a small bar here in town that was very discrete and VERY friendly. It was, quite naturally, a drag bar. Not only was the entertainment and the employees in drag, but most of the patrons were too. He decided that we were to go and to go dressed. Tonight.
I protested in many ways. I said we didn't have the clothes. He responded that his sister had left her belongings with him. I groaned. Mandy was a big girl, not heavy, just big. I was sure her clothes would fit.
I explained that we didn't look like girls. He countered that we only had to look like men dressed as girls. I tried my final plea. "But I don't want to."
He called last night and asked me over to watch Monday Night Football. I eagerly accepted. Not just because the Bears were playing, but because I have always had a fascination for Travis, his adventures and his antics. I know that football will not be the only, and maybe not even the primary adventure or entertainment of the evening.
Travis said that he discovered a small bar here in town that was very discrete and VERY friendly. It was, quite naturally, a drag bar. Not only was the entertainment and the employees in drag, but most of the patrons were too. He decided that we were to go and to go dressed. Tonight.
I protested in many ways. I said we didn't have the clothes. He responded that his sister had left her belongings with him. I groaned. Mandy was a big girl, not heavy, just big. I was sure her clothes would fit.
I explained that we didn't look like girls. He countered that we only had to look like men dressed as girls. I tried my final plea. "But I don't want to."