I had just applied the blazing tumbler to Paco’s bare back, when Fraquito, the transvestite goat-herd, came to invite us to coffee at the hogar de jubilados. Quite a nice young fellow, Fraquito; the sort that one would be happy to invite to tea and seed cake with one’s mother. Although one doubts that she would approve of his dress sense. The knee-length, spike heeled boots with fishnet tights looked quite fetching, really, but a lime green mini-skirt with a purple blouse betrays a certain lack... Sign in to see full entry.