"Oooh yummy," I sighed at the thought. Thenanother thought flashed through my mind, adding 'Or cute men'.Suddenly there was a picture on the telescree... of some sports peopleplaying a game and then tripping. I burst into giggles, thinking that itwas the funniest thing that I'd ever seen, though I didn't know why."How do I make it tell me what's for des... des... snack?" I muttered,staring intently at the screen. After a minute, I gave up infrustration, exclaiming, "Stupid screen."Then I stood. There?s almost no telling my pussy from a natural one like Jen?s, not unless you can find the tiny scars from the stitches. The small problem they had? My urethra was severed accidentally, and the only thing they could do was fix it so I have to sit down to pee now, just like all girls must do. Something about it?s having been someplace it shouldn?t have when they first cut into me. Oh well, it doesn?t really matter to me anyway, who cares how I have to pee, standing up or sitting. Fuck, shit, damn, crap!I finally lifted my head from my arms, and what I saw then was just as bad.There were at least a hundred replies in my inbox already, and more piling up each second.I made it to the toilet before I got rid of my morning toast and coffee, but just barely.I had just emailed my deepest darkest sexual fantasies and desires to about half of Texas!The first thing I needed to do was to let my office know that I wasn't going to be in. I looked at the scheduling sheet to see who. He had on leather slacks, too, and from outside came the sound of his revving motorbike. "Come on, baby," he said, pulling off his leather jacket, "I ain't got all day." He took off his sunglasses, smoothed back his duck's ass hair cut and climbed down between her smooth spread legs. He filled her twat with his chafing pants and rubbing zipper. He was ready to fuck her juicy twat."Oh, God, no," she screamed, really not meaning it. "I want to go home. I don't want you to fuck me. I don't.