She stood in the doorway, backlit by the streetlamp, her silhouette a question mark. Late teens, maybe. Denim jacket, scuffed boots, and hands shoved deep in her pockets as if she were afraid they might fly away. She scanned the room—the drag queen nursing a seltzer in the corner, the two butch lesbians playing pool without speaking, the old gay man reading a paperback at the end of the bar.
“Lost?” Leo asked, not unkindly.
The girl didn’t give her name that night. But when she left, just before midnight, she paused at the door and looked back. Her eyes were wet, but her chin was higher than when she’d arrived. shemale domination tgp