I love women! I loveeverything about them! I love being a woman! I also love chicks withdicks! In my mind they're as real as any women I've ever met! ... haveabsolutely no use for macho guys!"I was almost afraid to ask to biggest question on my mind. But of courseI couldn't resist. "Do you want to be all woman, Sophia? You know, dowant to cut IT off?" I patted his lap tenderly."Are you nuts?" was her instant response. "I love my dick! I also love my'pussy'! I have the best of both worlds! I. .. Carol-Anne gasped when the house on the hill came into view. It was an aging and cobweb-blighted place, tied to the mysterious Halloween tradition so firmly that the night and the place were practically the same thing, and in fact both went back to the town’s founding.Every other night of the year it was abandoned except for an evil-tongued caretaker who tended the grounds and composed ever more colorful and startling obscenities to shout at those kids brave enough and curious enough to. The light-screens behind the shutters mimicked real windowsand sunlight well, even though we had to be deep under the ice, andperhaps even rock, by that point.The man, probably Richard, stood up from the sofa. He was tall, muscularand decently handsome: the baseline for anyone who wanted to lookmasculine. I was glad of his mundane appearance. Things weren't gettingtoo weird at the start."Hi," I said, doing my best --and failing-- at not sounding absolutelyterrified. "What is going on?" Stay. .. I justcan't believe you'd be okay with all of that... and willingly go back."I felt like his words were semi-accusing as a timer on the screen warnedof three minutes remaining. My parents had seen theirs too and Mom said,"Look Stacy I love you very much." Love you too Mom, Dad," I told them. Tears were in my eyes now."Amanda, could we do this again in two weeks?" Dad asked.I looked to her and she nodded. "I don't think that will be a problem." Thanks, talk to you then," Dad said."I love you.