But there was a lot to do. She cleaned the ashes out of the fireplace and readied it for the evening, crumpling up newspaper and placing two logs in t...e grate. She made up her bed and as she was straightening out her sheets, she looked down at them and they seemed to be dirty and somewhat stained. Must've been from the fever she thought. She took them off the bed and put on some clean ones and put a small crystal vase of flowers on the table next to the bed.She took out some new candles and. "So, you think sex is so great at your young age?" "What do you know, anyway?" "Have you ever had a guy's cock inside you?" I continued to pepper her with question after question. I could tell she was getting annoyed with me, but she made no effort to move, nor did she tell me to stop. I was getting hornier by the second as I continued to interrogate her."Have you ever even seen a cock?" "Do you know how it feels to get fucked?" I didn't wait for her to respond. I stomped over to my. We walked around the property and I talked about how I had decided where I wanted to live and why. She seemed to understand and I guess we had both calmed down from the frontal attack I had mounted against her. I think she now understood some of my pain and maybe, for me, it was something of a release to have her here and be able to confront her with my emotions. But it really didn't solve anything.I meant it when I told her I still loved her and just saying the words caused me pain and pushed. I wasn't going to bea scared little girl.You see, I wasn't just any ordinary girl, I was something different,something special. I hadn't always been the way I was, hell, I hadn'talways been female. But years of transformation had turned me from theshy, quiet guy that I was into a striking, sexy, tough woman and I wasn'tabout to let any man change that. So, on turning into the dark cul-de-sac,I turned back around to face my pursuer. I only had to wait a couple ofseconds to see a guy come around.