Then he'd discover her dead and it would only be Angela and Brian together.Brian eventually got home past five o'clock and found Angela happily cookin... her famous meatloaf for dinner. He stepped into the kitchen greeting his stepmother."Hey Angela. Mmmm that smells delicious!" He said just inches away from her.He stood there wearing his black wind shorts and black muscle shirt. Angela's drool couldn't have been more obvious. She stood looking at him and he at her for what seemed to be an. I was supposed to be happy, yet I was miserable.I dragged my feet over to the bathroom and stared at my naked body inthe mirror. My ass was too fat. And blonde? The cheapest hair colorthere is. My face was puffy since I had been crying, streaked withmascara. Though they were real, my boobs looked so fake, cheap fake.I'm not real. I'm a sham of a woman. I was a sham as a boy, and I'llcontinue to be a shame no matter what kind of person I am.Begrudgingly, I dressed in my slutty clothes, didn't. The shed was littered with cock mags and for about a hour of so most blokes read them.Then someone shouted out, “Who you been fucking then Steve, anyone interesting? You’re always down grab a granny in the Talbot”!“well” Said Steve, (he always had a tale to tell), “there was this woman a while back”. That was it, everyone put down their mag, Steve’s stories were always better.“Yeah go on, tell us” Shouted out someone from the back.“man, when I tell you she was hot I mean she was smoking hot”,. I mean, shit! I thought Texans were supposed to have big dicks and I can squeeze a hot dog in two without trying too hard and still can't get any satisfaction. If you can't make my pussy any tighter, can you at least get me a job in New York? I've heard they are all pricks, there. Love, NancyJane." Dear Santa. My name is BillyJoeBob and I don't know what kind of shit my girlfriend is writing you but I can tell you one thing. One woman's 'hot dog' may be another man's 'stick of baloney', if you.