I certainly was not the same man. The wounds from too many battles left me tired and scarred. I figured whatever fate awaited me had to be better than...the hellish loneliness that I left behind.My name is Jessie, Jessie James. I know what you're thinking. It's not my fault. My mother was a big fan of American western history, especially gun slingers, hence the name. I kind of liked it. In Thailand, the name would hold no special meaning. Everything would be new there. I would be a stranger in a. I took her hand, and we kept our fingers locked as we walked through the muggy air. She was letting herself lose control, letting someone be a man for her for the night. I ignored her nervous ticks, massaged them out with charm. We got to the room and I rambled on as I changed into a swim suit right in front of her. She stared back at me.“Oh, you don’t have a swim suit, do you? Here, borrow my friend’s.” I went into Elizabeth’s suitcase and took out a light blue bikini.She laughed. “I can just. Here I was, twenty years old yet still giggling like a little schoolgirl as I waited at the top of the stairs. What special present did my dad have for me this year?Table of Contents: Chapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past Chapter 2 – Christmas Morning Gift Opening Chapter 3 – Thanking My Mom While My Dad Watches Chapter 4 – My Dad Gives Me Another GiftChapter 1 – Gifts of Christmas Past===================================It was Christmas morning and I was excited. It didn't matter that I. Like i said i love seeingmen gaze at me it can get me excited fast, even more so if i am in a public place.Thatfaithful morning i went to a bus station to wait for my bus, since we had big office meetingthat day i dressed up abit nicer and more provocative, i had my tight leather leggins on me, they outlined my firm ass and you could almost see my womanhood on them, i dont know what got into me that day.I guess i wanted to impress my boss with my looks, i almost never weara bra due to my small.