CLOTHES MAKETH THE MAN — PART 50.

The door closed behind Veronica and I was left throbbing, and wondering what had just happened. Or ‘not’ happened. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry or feel a sense of excitement. As the clack clack of her heels receded down the corridor I was left feeling empty.
I sat on the edge of my bed staring at myself in the mirror. As I did so I remembered that I’d never felt quite like this when dating women. I…