The picture placed on an easel was that of a middle-aged man, in a conservative suit. The service was for one Leonard Andrew Samuel. It was a sad iron... that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know someone through her written word. By the time I met her. Is trh main bari bari dono chuchi chusne lga. Usne dhire Se meri nikkar nikal di aur mere chhote se lund ko sahlane lgi aur mera hoth chusne lgi. Kuchh der ke bad usne mere lund ko pakar kaha ki main jo kahu wo tum krna. Maine haa kaha. Fir wo apni tange faila li aur apne chut ko dono hatho se faila kar boli ki isme jo hole dikh rha hai, usme tum apna lund dalo. Maine waisa hi kiya. Jaise hi maine lund ander dala, usne mere kamar ko pakar ke jor se dbaiya. Mujhe lga, jaise mera lund kisi bhatti. She collapsed on my chest and we cuddled romantically for some time. Now it was time for janvi to return and she rang the doorbell. I was in her bedroom getting ready and I got ready and came out of her room too in hall area. She asked “Kaam hogaya” I replied “Abhi toh shuru he hua tha” she said “Raat ko ruk jao fir mai anisha ke mom ko pata lungi”.Anisha said ” please janvi pata le yaar, I want to stay”. Janvi called anisha mom and got her ready to allow anisha for nightout. Janvi said but I. .. oh I guess I'll be leaving then. Manager..... your debt is payed. The manager sits back into his chair still naked and watches her dressing. She stands up reaches for her bra still on the desk and squeezes her self back into it.she gingerly walks to her dress and pulls it over her head. Suzie.... I don't think much of your bedside manner. Manager..... give my regards to your husband little lady. She dusted of her dress and walked to the door He watched her carefully walk trying to keep.