“You look like someone I might like to know, sweet thing!” The tall black man was talking to my husband at the bar. Except no one would have known them as my husband. All five-foot-eight of his lean build was currently dressed in the hottest short black party dress and a blonde wig. His makeup was perfect, and his nails had been done in nasty girl red. The outfit was complete with fuck me pumps in red, of course. He looke...

The cool of the autumn afternoon was not enough to take away the heat of nervousness Abigail felt throughout her entire twenty-four-year-old body. The first-year teacher had only been at Hatley on Kent for six months. Since training and orientation last Spring, she had easily acclimated to the all-boys school. As one of the only literary teachers, she had also become quite a favorite of the student body. Standing a fit 5‘...