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I shook my head at the irony of that, fighting to return to the euphoria of the evening I was enjoying, when Kathy made me laugh again.
"Where the fuck is Mark?" she asked in a loud voice to the room in general. "He went to the gent's an hour ago. Did he fall in?"
"So you want him now?" Donna Davis blurted out.
That everyone laughed at that told me just how comfortable the residents of Pulaski Square were with each other.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon," I said when I could control my own laugh.
And I was sure he would return soon. And when he did, I would hold him as close to me as Terrence was holding Jaivon—and for much the same reason.
The reason he wasn't here, though, was that he was up there on the stage, the "dolly" on the left of the background singers, the beauty in the blue strapless evening gown and the long white kid gloves—lip-synching harmonies to "Fools Rush In."
And no one but me and Terrence Rowland had an inkling that it was Mark.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 9 years agoI am a classy, mature male to female crossdresser and have had some fun times
in Savannah, Georgia. I even sang karaoke at McDonough's and Bay Street Blues.
Sincerely,
Josie of Augusta, Georgia
email: josie.karaoke@yahoo.com
