It's colder than penguin shit as the saying goes. Two Saturdays after New Years, crisp and cold. The sky the kind of blue you only get when it's below minus fifteen C.
The stars in the country will be magnificent tonight. But I'm not a country boy (any more).
Twenty eight, slim, short blond hair, blue eyes, sixty eight kilos, one sixty six tall, a junior CPA in a big accounting firm.
I'm wearing dove grey ankle boots, charcoal wool slacks and my powder blue silk shirt with the full long puff sleeves. The top two buttons casually undone to show my gold chain necklace.
It's Saturday night but things are slow at 'Dick's Hangout' the gay bar one block up Twelfth from King. Probably the weather.
"Donnie!"
"Karen, Chelsea, hi!" I didn't see them come in. They bring their drinks and raft up to the tall round bar table I'm sitting at.
Chelsea doesn't look like a Chelsea. She's tall and solid, with short purple hair and never wears skirts, dresses or makeup.
Karen though is a very girly girl. Just my height, long thick blond hair, and a fluffy figure. You know the shape. Curvy and cuddly. Must be wearing a corset under her turquoise 'V' neck dress. It's waist is too slim. It's skirt flows over her hips and falls to a snug hand width above her knees.
The two of them love to laugh. The perfect companions to defeat the winter blahs.
"Cabin fever got you too, eh? Karen was just about climbing the walls."
"Ya, Chel. was even getting bored with the new vibrator she got for Christmas." Giggle.
"Wasn't getting bored." Laugh. "I just couldn't keep it's batteries charged. I think Karen is using it when I'm not looking." We all laugh.
We sipped our drinks, talked, gossiped and laughed. Then she came in.
Taller than me, but hard to tell how tall in those soft white leather knee high spike heel boots. Casually styled short grey hair. Flawless pale complexion, blue eyes, thin red glossed lips.
She gracefully slipped out of her three quarter length silver fox and lighted on a stool at the bar with her fur across her lap.
Angel, the bartender served her a martini. She chatted with the lady. She laughed at something she said. She looked our way. The lady looked over her shoulder towards us. Angel held up her finger in a 'just a moment' way, lifted the bar flap and came over.
"Hi guys. Lady at the bar wondered if she could join you."
"Sure, why not?" Said Chelsea without a moments hesitation. "We could use a little variety in our gossip." She chuckled.
"Hi. I'm Katrina. Thanks for letting me join you."
"I'm Donnie, this is Chelsea and Karen."
As we were introducing ourselves Angel brought over another chair. Katrina hung her fur over it's back and settled onto the seat.
She wore a high collar button front, knee length smoky green dress printed with tiny white 'X's and a pleated skirt. She was here on business and flying out tomorrow afternoon.
