--- "OK, OK, I'll go for your bloody ice-cream." --- she said with a voice broken from tears.He smiled at her joke. He hugged her back.--- "But you're...going as Lilly this time." --- he said. --- "OK. If you want me to."She changed into a summer dress, no underwear, and put on some light lipstick to accent her femininity. It was interesting that with her current body it was only these small things (and hair) which made her look more like a girl or more like a boy.They went to the ice-cream. I cleared the copier, filled the paper tray and ran off the copies I had come in to make while I wondered who the poor boob was that they were going to hang horns on.Curiosity being what it is I spent a lot of time during the next few days checking out the women in the office trying to figure out who Bill and Henry were after. Of course they might have already scored since I'd heard them in the supply room, but still, which woman was it? If it hadn't already happened then they wee probably. Jise use raha nai gaya or usne mera sir pakad se apni choot mai daba dia or maine uski choot chatna shuru kar dia or vo apni kamar hila hila k mera sir daba rahi thi. Mai uski chuchia dabate hue uski choot chat raha tha. Uski choot pani chod rahi thi or mai or tezi se apni zaban uski choot k andr dal ke ghooma raha tha jise use or maza aa raha tha. Aise he karte karte 15 min maine uski choot chati or uska sara ras nikala. Ab uski baari thi mere sher k sath khelne ki toh usne ab apna daaoo shuru. After a short drive the van stopped, and the sliding side door was opened.The men stepped outside into the glaring sunlight, roughly pulling my naked mother with them.The person operating the camera exited the verhicle too, and took a sweeping shot of the destination they had brought my mother to.The shot showed a broad, dusty street, I estimated it about two hundred yards long.At the end of the street someone had put up a makeshift “finish” line, and there were several men standing there,.