They have been asking about you since we all got word of your accident and now that they know you're coming home, they will all be wanting to see you....Maybe you can't remember them all right now, but that has little to do with the matter. Your family, your parents, my family, our friends, and your co-workers have all been anxiously waiting for you to come home. So you just accept the fact that you have a bigger circle of friends and loved ones than you can remember at the current moment. They. Why am I even asking?" I say, rolling my eyes and trying to inch past him. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall."You little slut. You don't fucking talk to me like that." His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted."Don't fucking touch me." I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me hard, the back of his hand hitting my cheek. My head jerks sharply, my vision reeling. I stamp hard on his foot and make a break for it, wincing as my abdomen screams at. Ever since that has been my benchmark. My current man is nine-inches and he has watched and enjoyed me blow men larger than him.When my current man and I invite a second man around, sometimes I make an entrance wearing heels, a short skirt, a thong and a jacket with the buttons undone to show my cleavage. Without saying a word I will drop the skirt to expose my legs then undo the clip at the side of the thong so it falls to the floor, then quickly turn around to show my ass cheeks hanging out. Thepills were hormones and he swallowed as he looked at them, he knew itwas what he wanted but something he still wanted as a boy. His violentmoods come from the conflict inside of him as he viewed girls as softand sissy and he wanted to be tough. Also he wanted to be a girl too.He wanted to skip and play dolls and do girls sports and look pretty,he wanted to go to his prom in a dress and have a good looking boy onhis arm.He looked at the pills and the doll and in a fit of rage threw themacross.