Sightseeing with the Practice Man (Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Now here is the meat of the story, everything else was the preamble, ha... There is a scene at a restaurant that has changed my perception of my own writing, well, um, my soft porn? Or whatever it is I write. That scene made me realize my characters are human, fallible, had history, and had a life outside of the story. (What? That sounds crazy!) Oh well, sometimes I am crazy. I hope YOU like it...

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My mother called and said she would be home around two. That's fine since she knew I was dressing up, I now didn't care when she was coming home. She could help me with my corset. I was in the middle of practicing on my new toy suctioned on the headboard of my bed. I couldn't get too much into my mouth but I knew with a couple more sessions I would be a pro.

Today I was going to hang out with the Hammonds and I was all excited, I felt like a kid going to Great Adventure. They wanted to take me to their favorite restaurant, they took Marc there whenever he came to the States.

Luna came over to help me pick out an outfit. My mother opened the door. "Luna, hi come on in." I heard them while I was in my room.

"Oh, um... I'm sorry let me check something." I got a text from Luna.

'Does your mother know about Giselle?'

'yes' I typed with my long nails. It's crazy that I didn't tell her about what happened when Marc came for his first visit. I would now.

She walked into my room, put on music, and opened two La Croix cans. She was carrying her own outfit and she put it on the bed. I didn't move I just watched her in action.

"No white tonight missy, we are going out for Italian." She headed to my closet.

I laughed, "Okay, I'm so clumsy, I wear everything I eat."

"Here," She said pulling out one of my red dresses. "This will be perfect, I'm wearing green we will look like the Italian flag, let's make the GUYS wear white."

She laughed as she went through my closet of shoes. "Don't you have anything less than five inches?"

Luna came over so we could get ready together, she was going to let me do her makeup. When my mother walked in to investigate, we were halfway ready and she seemed glad that Luna was still here.

"I love living in a loud apartment, I can imagine we are all having so much fun." She told us, and we were. I never got dressed with anyone else before. First of all, you had help with your corset and zippers, and secondly, you had someone to make fun of without their makeup on.

Luna was standing behind me while I was finishing my face. "We better never let Marc see the before pictures of you, ha." She pulled my short hair.

"Oww."

"Get that wig on, but starting right now you are growing your own."

We took most of the afternoon to get ready. We were watching YouTube videos, then looking out the window, and soon we were making fun of my Mothers choice of DVR recordings, then searching for pantyhose with no runs. Good luck. Soon we were both in front of my mirror admiring the two sexy women posing in front of it.

"We are going to have to charge double tonight my dear," Luna said looking at our reflections, "'cause our legs are so worth it."

I had on a tiny red sleeveless dress with a turtleneck collar. I had my corset on extra tight since I had help, and with the breast forms, my body looked completely luscious. I had on nude pantyhose and five-inch patent leather red pumps. Luna fixed my hair and it was perfect, It was parted on the side and a little messy, I looked like I just got out of bed with a football team. I had on huge gold hoops and my little watch. We put on my Chanel perfume, grabbed our little bags, and headed to the living room to show off our look to my mother.

Luna was all in green. Short dress and matching heels, she always looked exquisite, I looked like her little sister who was trying too hard. Her hair was so full and surrounded her lovely face, which she let me paint. Our makeup looked nice. We both had red lips and red press-on nails, it was the first time Luna had ever worn them. Her own nails were a mess, all she did was chew at them.

"Have fun." My mother told us as we headed to Luna's apartment to show off to the men.

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"We have been coming here for years," Philip said as we got out of an Uber in front of a nondescript restaurant in Saddlebrook, New Jersey.

The owner knew the three of them and we headed to a private room in the back. I met the married owners and chefs Francesco and Maria Ricci. Philip brought them a couple of bottles of liquor from his travels and they went and brought us glasses of Chardonnay from Lombardy, Italy, their hometown.

I was loving this, sitting in my little red dress and heels surrounded by friends about to eat. Eating and drinking are my favorite pastimes.

The owner Francesco asked them what they had been doing since they last stopped in, which was two weeks prior. I loved that they loved this place.

Then he directed a question at me. "And where does your family come from my dear?"

I thought for a couple of seconds, "Well I'm 75% Irish, and 25% Lithiwanian, but I'm 100% Italian."

"Ah... very, VERY good," Said Francesco "Haha, then now we drink." And we toasted our wine to Lombardy.

"Saluti!"

Maria came back to take our order after placing fresh bread and Mozzarella di Carrozza on the table. The smell of the table and restaurant was amazing. I asked to go last, and I watched each of them order, I watched Maria smile as she told them what specials she had.

She got to me. "I will have whatever you suggest," I told her, I hadn't looked at a menu in years.

"What do you like?"

I looked around sheepishly. "Um, I like everything."

The table laughed and Maria came over and hugged my shoulders, "You, are my favorite." She laughed.

For some reason, I felt I had to explain. "Um, can I tell you a quick story?"

Maria smiled as her husband walked over. "Yes of course."

I started, "When I was eight my parents took me out for a Sunday dinner. We lived in Brooklyn then and we went to a magical place called Sheepshead Bay." I sniffed remembering my father. "We had to walk about ten blocks after we parked."

"Well it is Brooklyn," Philip laughed. "Ten blocks is pretty good."

"... and it was a tiny little restaurant on a side street called Dambrosia. Every Sunday they made one dish, a special dish for the customers. My father of course wanted fish, my mother, always chicken. The waiter told us tonight's dinner was 'Steak pizzaiola.' They said sorry they were going to go somewhere else they had their hearts set on something different."

"Now I don't know why but I stood up and said to them, 'they are offering us something with steak, pizza, and ending in Italian, I'm gonna stay."

Everyone laughed.

"They brought it to us and the chef came out and put a portion on my plate. I tasted it, my eyes closed, it was amazing. Where had this been my entire short life? Ha. We started going there every other Sunday, and I ate whatever they gave me."

Luna asked. "Is it still there?"

"No, it closed years ago. I started working there when I was twelve, I took the B train. I painted, I mowed the lawn, I cleaned the bathroom, ha. And they fed me, I ate anything, even tripe. The Dambrosia's moved back to Italy when I was eighteen, I was out of a job." I started to tear up, I had never told that story before, it was my Mothers.

"Ahh," Luna said and held my hand.

"Excuse me," I told them and headed to the ladies' room. Standing in front of the mirror checking my mascara, I couldn't believe I could turn that into a sad story. When my mother told it everyone laughed. Luna came in to check on me and I apologized.

"For what." Her hands went on her hips. "I now am officially in love with you." She held me and kissed my cheek, I felt better when we went out to go to the men. They both stood up and had big smiles on their faces when we returned. Marc held my hand under the table. He was on my silky knee.

When Maria came back she placed pasta and potato croquettes on the table along with red wine, and then she put a plate of steak pizzaiola in front of me.

"It's the special." She said. "Enjoy."

I ate with tears in my eyes and made everyone try, of course, it was incredible. I hadn't had this dish in years, it's never on any menu. In my head, I was in Sheepshead Bay, anticipating the ten-block walk.

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We stayed for hours. I don't know how many bottles of wine we had. We even had dessert, though I was so full, I could never eat much while wearing a corset. We kissed the owners goodbye, and Maria held me for so long I thought I was going to cry again.

She held my hands and told me, "Make sure you come back to mow our lawn, I will be waiting." We all laughed and headed outside.

"Don't underestimate me, I have access to a mower."

Marc grabbed my hand and kissed me. We walked off our meals. The town was quaint and quiet for a Sunday night.

Marc turned toward his father. "Can you take a picture of us to show Mom?" I was taken aback but I posed anyway. Luna was smiling, she was loving this.

Both Philip and Marc were anxious about tomorrow and their meeting with the last bunch of investors.

Marc told us, "A couple of more hours and our lives will be completely different. I hope." I hoped it didn't change too much I was having a wonderful time.

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Marc walked me the thirty feet to get home from Luna's apartment, he was such a gentleman. I had one more day with him and I wanted to talk.

He started to kiss me in the hallway, but I had to tell him about me. It was fine at first, we were literally just fooling around, but I was falling for him. It wasn't, love yet, but I knew love couldn't be that far off in the future.

Once again Marc and I were standing in front of the door, 4A. I had never spent this much time here before. I was hoping one of the neighbors would come out and say hello to us, or the fire alarm would go off, or the elevator would empty with thirty people. 'Scuza' they would say and I would hang on to Marc and ignore them.

But nothing happened, we were alone. "Come in," I whispered in his ear. "We have to be quiet."

He smiled as we snuck into the apartment. We both took turns in the bathroom and then we sat on the couch. No coffee tonight, we were done for the night. I was done for two to three nights. Dinner was so wonderful.

Something happened inside me this weekend. I had so much confidence, so much enthusiasm for life. This weekend meeting Marc and the Hammonds was a life changer. I now wanted to try something I had only dreamed about. I would go to bed at night since I was a teenager with a man's image in my mind and we would make love. His manhood would enter first my mouth then my body. I was always disappointed when I woke up alone.

Tonight was going to be different. "Marc?" I said into his ear. I was on his lap, my red dress pushed up to my panties. His hands roaming my silky legs and my hair softly touching his rough face. My long nails started brushing his chest through his shirt. "I have to tell you something." I quickly looked into his eyes.

He smiled and repositioned, moving back slightly to look at me better.

"I had a fantastic time tonight." I was stalling. I took the strand of hair that had made its way to my lips. "I don't know if Luna has told you..." I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, I looked at his lips. They were so inviting. "I'm... what you would call an um... transgirl, T-Girl."

"What?" He looked at me a little confused.

"I'm transgendered." I slowly looked up to his eyes. They weren't as inviting as his lips. "I didn't know when it would be a good time to tell you." He was quiet. "I felt it was time now."

"Uh.." He lightly helped me off his lap. "I just need to talk to Luna." He stood up leaving me on the couch alone. "Uh... I'm distracted thinking about that meeting, and it's getting late anyway, I will talk to you tomorrow. I promise."

He left, he didn't say goodnight.

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Monday Morning: Marc and Philip were standing outside of The Honeymoon on Eighth Avenue.

Marc was pacing and trying to avoid the workers going off to lunch. "That couldn't have gone worse."

"Were they prepped about the restaurant, I feel like it was a sudden surprise," Philip asked.

"Of course, they had a prospectus, I called the two of them and their assistants up so many times in preparation, they were our eight-teen million dollar team. With them, we would have opened in a month. They didn't even try the drinks."

Philip walked back into the storefront. Marc followed. "Marc ya know what I think... we just need someone with a little more personality, a little more positivity, maybe we should have hired a couple of servers, actors, we were probably the worst people to introduce the product to anybody anyway."

"Yeah, it's too bad."

Philip picked up the phone, "Let me call Luna, and tell her the bad news. Maybe she has another idea."

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I had to get up and open the door to let her in. I was a mess. It was after twelve, I should have been at work but decided to take the week off. They weren't happy about it.

She closed the door. "You lost that fight." She laughed. "Your boobs still look nice though. Ha."

I got back into bed and put the covers over my head. "I guess you heard."

"I did, now let's do a shot, and then let's go out. I have appointments to get our nails done." She showed me the bottle she was holding, it was called Poitín, Irish Moonshine. "Come on one pick me up, make you feel better. Make you feel Irish again."

I didn't move. Luna pulled the covers off in one big whoosh. The big dong was next to me.

"At least you are getting some practice in, haha."

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We were standing in front of Sashas Salon that was hidden inside one of the hotels in town, Poitín swirling around my tummy. Luna had a drink for every occasion, good or bad.

She made me get dressed up, too dressed up for Secaucus. I had on a short tight blue dress and black five-inch pumps. My hair and makeup were perfect like Lunas. We had spent the last 2 hours getting dressed and made up. She was wearing a dark black mini skirt and a tight yellow top, showing all types of cleavage. I was very jealous.

My mother couldn't believe it was us when we left.

We were soon sitting at one of the nail stations waiting for Sashas girls to work on us. I picked out white, Luna picked out a pale yellow. Our toes were done in minutes.

Luna was going to get extensions for her fingernails. "I'm worth it." She told me. "Why don't you get the same and then we'll get our eyebrows done."

I could just imagine explaining that to my employer and my mother, and Keira, who had been texting me non-stop since Friday.

"No, I better not." I sighed.

Luna looked at me. "Why not?" She shifted in her spot to face me better. "One man rejects you and you just give up? He was just your practice man. What would have happened if I gave up years ago? I'd be a bitter little boy with horrendous nails." She wiggled her fingers with short messy nails.

"What?" I was a little confused.

"You think you are the only homemade woman in this world? What am I saying... in this salon?" She said looking around.

"You? Really?"

"Yes really." She laughed. "I transitioned when I was fifteen. And I can feel you are ready to move on yourself. Even Manny and Birmy knew that. You just have to be who you are." She patted my hand and pointed to the extensions on the little table. "You just have to live the way you want. Your mother is already on board, I can tell."

"You knew at fifteen?" I asked

"I knew at eleven it just took me years to convince my parents." She laughed.

The girl started work on our extensions.

"When did you tell Philip?"

She looked at the ceiling in thought. "Mmm, It was our fourth date. I told him over a latte. A crowded little cafe in Soho." She shrugged. "He said. Really? And then he got me another latte."

"You are so lucky. Philip is wonderful."

"I was hoping Marc was as progressive as his father. But sometimes, Marc has inattentional blindness. He is focusing on the wrong thing. Plus he is kind of nervous about the restaurant. Philip too. We can all move on after today."

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I walked out with long beautiful white nails to match my toes. My eyebrows were filled in and trimmed, I looked like a supermodel. Luna and I also got lash extensions, Philip has been begging her for years. Oh and I also got my ears pierced. Little gold balls, shining when I moved my hair a certain way. The biggest change... No more wig, they gave me extensions. Long strawberry blonde extensions. It will never be as nice as Luna's but it was pretty sexy and I wasn't feeling sorry for myself anymore.

Sasha blew out my hair and it was full and wonderful and curled to the top of my boobs. I pulled out my compact I had to look at my makeup one more time. I had perfect eye shadow and cheeks, the artists inside the salon were amazing, even better than me, and quicker. I smiled at myself with my plump dark red lips, I have never looked as feminine as I did right now.

"Is it time," Luna looked at me, "To say goodbye to that little girlfriend of yours? How old is she anyway, fourteen?"

"Fourteen? She's twenty-four, she is older than me."

Just then a black town car pulled up in front of the Hotel. The man stuck his head out, "Car for Luna and Giselle." That was weird and unexpected.

We got into the back. "Where are we going?" I asked her while admiring my nails. They were longer than I had ever had before and I was suddenly afraid I wasn't going to be able to handle them.

She grabbed my hand. "We are on a mission. Get ready to show off these luscious nails."

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We drove six point three miles. Luna prepped me the whole way.

We ended up on Eighth Avenue, we pulled up right behind a huge SUV. Three men and a woman walked out of it and into the storefront, we followed.

We stood behind them as Philip and Marc thanked them for coming back to The Honeymoon.

They talked a bit and then Marc motioned behind them. "I would like you all to meet Luna and Giselle." The four of them turned around and each came over to introduced themselves, they seemed very professional and very nice.

The one older man looked up toward Philip and Marc. "We only have a couple of minutes, sorry gentlemen."

Luna spoke, "That's okay let us move to the bar."

The four of them sat down. I asked Marc to turn on the lights and some music. Click, the place was once again magical. I smiled at the four investors as I looked around, feeling the energy of the place take me over.

The guys stood back as I went behind and got everything ready, I remembered where everything was. I smiled at them, they were watching my long white nails.

I started to tell them the story. "So... Mead is an ancient drink from the middle ages." I showed them the bottles while Luna set up the little glasses. "Mead was very popular in Wales in the sixth century. That's where Philip and Marc's family is originally from. It's part of the UK, of course." I smiled toward them, Marc shook his head. "Mead was used to toast at wedding receptions. It was a romantic magical drink. The bride and groom would lead the toast with the guests." I gave each of them a shot of the original mead. "This is the type they toasted with, a clear liquid distilled from honey." Luna and I lifted our glasses and proposed everyone take a drink.

Once again it ran down my throat, I loved it, it was perfect.

"Mmm." I closed my eyes and shook my long hair. "Feel it go down." I pointed at my neck and then drew a line down through the middle of my breasts and stopped at my belly hidden by my tight blue dress. I opened my eyes. Everyone was focused on me. I giggled.

"After the wedding, the bride and groom were given a month's worth of mead, so they could toast every night for the entire month." I poured the next one and held it up. "This one is hazy, it has flaked oats in it. This one was not made by the Welsh in the sixth century." I smiled, with another giggle and we all took a sip. I drank the whole thing, once again my eyes closed feeling the warmth consume my whole body.

"Mmm, it is great living in a world where simple things like this exist." I opened my eyes, I didn't know where that came from, but I was enjoying myself. The four of them smiled at me.

I got the next bottle ready. I glanced up at Philip, he had a very big grin on his face. He was urging me to continue.

One of the investors asked me, "Why is it red? It looks so exotic."

I shook my head as I poured. "This one is infused with hibiscus, also slightly raspberry. It's very spicy." I lifted the glass and looked at it in the light. I spun the little glass around, the others did the same.

The female investor said. "It's so beautiful. It matches your lips." Luna and I smiled at each other.

"Thank you," I smiled. "Now, the bride and groom would be given a month's worth of mead, a month to the Welsh, the Vikings, and the world was one whole rotation or cycle of the moon." I held up the little red drink. "Honey. Moon. Honeymoon Mead and then pointed to the sign. Lloniannau." I said in really bad Welsh, it sounded better on the Food Network. "Cheers." We all drank, including Philip and Marc.

"Mmm, this one is definitely my favorite," I told them. It reminded me of Marc's lips. The four of them were shaking their heads, they seemed to be agreeing with me. I closed my eyes again and rubbed between my breast. "I can't feel it right here." My white nails dancing on my chest.

One of the men stood up and pointed at the washers and dryers. "They are all working?"

"Yes," Marc told them. "You can have your drinks while you wait for your wash."

The man shook his head, "Very good, I will call you from the car. We better go." We all drank one more of the little glasses, and then the investor held my hand. "Thank you, I hope you will be here to teach the rest of the customers about mead. You are my favorite part of the Honeymoon." Everyone laughed and agreed as they headed outside to their car and further on to the airport.

A couple of minutes later Marc's phone rang. "Yes, Mmm mmm, of course. Have a great trip." He hung up and walked over to the three of us. "He's in, they are all in." We drank the last of the little glasses. "Let's go out and celebrate."

"Wait!" Luna yelled, "We were promised something first."

Marc and Philip laughed as Philip moved to the other side of the bar. He went to two of the washing machines, pressed a couple of buttons and they went on. "Okay, come on, you got a spin cycle."

Luna walked over and hopped on the machine. I watched her like she was a little crazy. She sat with her legs dangling, her heels now falling on the floor.

"Giselle, come on up, it's good practice."

"More practice? Am I such a novice?" I asked.

"You are." She told me. "Now get up."

Philip helped me on top of the machine. I sat like Luna, she put her arms next to her with her hands on the top of the washer and closed her eyes. "Now this is more like it. And it's nice and warm." Her whole body shook as she rode the machine. A big smile on her face. "Marc will you help Giselle!" She called over the din of the spin cycles. She watched him move toward me.

"Ah, you look incredible." He told me and then surprisingly he started fondling my boobs. I was wondering if he was trying to feel if they were real.

Philip did the same for Luna. It was totally working for us.

When Marc leaned over and started kissing my neck and breasts I felt something inside me build up. I was getting so excited, the vibration was working its way through my mead-soaked body and I forgot where I was.

"Oh no..." I moaned as I started to orgasm. Luna was bouncing on top of the machine while Philip ran his hands on her legs. She screamed and I knew she had an orgasm too. I had to practice being as loud as she was.

Just then a man and a woman walked into the bar. "Oh I'm sorry," The man said. "I thought you were open. We heard a lot of excitement."

I called while still on the machine. "No we are, come sit at the bar." I hopped off and met them there. The others were still stationed by the washers. "Tourists?" I asked.

"No, we're from Jersey." They were tourists, I smiled and poured them the best drinks of their lives.

***

The car came for Marc to take him to the airport, then home to London. We put his bags in the car and he said goodbye to each of us in turn. I was going to miss him. he was partly responsible for the 'woman' standing in front of him. We kissed goodbye.

"God, you look so great. Will you come with me to the airport?" He asked. "I feel I have to talk to you, at least to say thank you."

I was quiet. I was ready to move on. I was ready to meet a different man with inviting lips AND eyes.

"Okay."

Luna and Philip looked happy that we jumped in the car together. "Come over later." She yelled as the black door closed and we took off.

He told me he just wasn't prepared for my announcement and begged forgiveness. He then offered me a job to run the Honeymoon with Luna. "The investors said, if you weren't part of the deal, they weren't giving us the money. But I told them it would be your decision, I know you have a busy life."

Really, I thought, I could do that. I would love to work with Luna. "Was Luna always going to run the restaurant?"

"No, but she will if she is with you. You two are so alike. Philip is asking her right now I bet."

I got a text from Luna. 'Well are we in or out'

I texted back 'All in'

A scroll of emojis entered the face of my phone. Marc and I laughed.

"You're in!" He smiled he was pretty happy. I was hoping he would make me happier.

"Can I.." I whispered in his ear. I bit my lip waiting for his response.

"What about?" He gestured toward the driver.

"I'll take care of that." I moved closer to the front seat. An older man was driving us, he seemed pretty content there was no traffic. He glanced at me in the mirror with a smile on his face. "Um, excuse me..." I saw the name on his tag hanging on the dashboard. "Giovanni? I need to take care of my international boyfriend, is that okay?"

He laughed and he shook his head. I'm sure that was the first time someone asked that question. "Of course. I will put up the music." He was listening to opera, I hoped it was from a ballet.

I pulled down Marc's zipper with no trouble at all, long nails and all, and then pulled down his pants as we entered the tunnel. I wanted full access to his manhood. First I checked to make sure he didn't have a suction cup under his balls, he came with no directions. Then I got on my knees in front of him. There was plenty of room on the floor.

I licked the head of his cock to get ready for the taste, it was wonderful. I kissed down the length of it. I put my mouth on each side of it, he was bigger than the cock hiding in my closet. When I put my lips on the head of his manhood, I looked up at him. Slowly pushing him through my tight lips moving to the back of my throat. I pulled up and then pushed down. He started playing with my hair. No more wig to worry about, I wanted him to pull it and told him. I saw him glance at the driver's mirror. He smiled as I sucked on his cock and he pulled and played with my blonde hair.

I wonder if he realized it was new?

I looked out the window to gauge how long I had. We were passing signs for Newark I didn't have much time. I sucked him a little harder, his cock tasted incredible in my mouth, I was already planning on doing this to someone else soon in my future. His hands went to the side of my head, lightly steering me onto his cock. I felt my own orgasm start to build. My one hand on his leg and the other on my 'clit' hiding in my panties behind my blue dress. I pushed down on it, I was cumming like I imagined a woman would cum. I rubbed myself with my middle finger as I started to get wet. Creaming my panties.

I took his hard cock with my female hands and started to jerk him off. I put my lips close to him, I wanted him to come on me. I wanted him watching me. I started pumping while the driver was slowing down off the Turnpike. My long nails were turning me on again, watching them move down his excited manhood. My mouth was wide open just waiting for my creamy reward. I then felt him tense and a loud English moan made its way out of his mouth.

"Ah Giselle, you make me feel so good..." He was coming I took him all in my mouth. I licked and sucked him. I pulled off of him with a loud plop and stuck my tongue out at him. I was full of his jism it was dripping from my mouth. He smiled as I showed him then swallowed. I licked the rest from his now deflating hard-on. One last kiss and I tucked him back into his pants. I would miss it. I wondered how many step-mommy points would be added to Luna's imaginary account. She introduced us after all.

A departing flights sign passed by, I timed it perfectly.

***

The driver pulled over, it was crowded, there were so many cars, more than I would imagine for a Monday afternoon. We were now standing by the doors. He held his bag in one hand and grabbed me with the other.

"We will talk, I'm going to miss you."

I just smiled, I wanted him to miss me, I wanted him to kiss me. He dropped his bag and pulled me into him. I felt his tongue in my mouth. The last time I would taste him for a while. My arms went around his neck and I stood on my toes and held onto him.

I knew we wouldn't last, Luna was right he was just my 'Practice Man' there were plenty more men I had to try until I discovered the one I could love. I didn't care.

I was very happy, people were pushing into us, asking us to move, hitting us with their bags, I'm sure I was on at least six security cameras.

He said goodbye. I watched him make his way into the terminal, I waited until I couldn't see him anymore. I took a deep breath, I had to start my new life, Giovanni was now waiting to take me to it.

I got in the car, I haven't been alone all weekend. I closed my eyes and listened to the Italian opera. I was going to sleep and try not to miss Marc.

I heard the planes taking off. Goodbye Practice Man.

***

The End