Mr. Hanover had been paroled four weeks ago and had died from a massive heart attack within two weeks -- two weeks before his fiftieth wedding anniver...ary. And today, the day of the anniversary, his widow had taken out her grief and rage. Dad had stepped out of the station, on his way to meet Mom for lunch, and Mrs. Hanover had shot him twice in the chest. I was asking God why the hell he couldn't take me when Brad ruffled my bangs and plopped down on the bench beside me."He's not going to. I just assumed they "won". I guess we could decide on some kind of prize. How about this? We all write down what the winner should get on a piece of paper, and we toss it in a hat. At the end the winner draws the sheet to decide the prize."That idea went over pretty well. It wasn't part of my original plan, but what the heck. I passed out notepads and pencils and we all wrote down our idea of a winner's prize. There was quite a bit of snickering and giggling going around, and Denise and Cheryl. “We are going to leave you here while your hubby and I go for a drink. Oh! Don’t, go anywhere. LOL.” He pushed another button by the pergola and the roof opened allowing the sun light to hit Tamara’s body all over. We both walked back to the bar and talked about how it was going so far, and he gave me a heads up on what he had planned.We stayed there for a while then walked back over to my wife who was now moaning louder and still had her wet panties in her mouth. Jake spoke to her. “Are you. ..."!! He shouted, then stopped in shock at the sound of his sultrysexy sounding voice."I don't believe it," he muttered, as he sank down on his bed. "I can't be afemale!" But as he looked closely at his groin he saw that, yes, he was indeed,a female.Going to the phone he rang the company. "Look, your product has given me a bodyI don't want," he explained to the woman at the other end of the line."Oh? What's the code number on the can?" she asked. When he read it out to hershe was silent for a.