"You know, you make a good candyman."Then she trotted away as many before her, and millions after her as my candy-van grew into a truck, and then a ni...e, good, pretty shop and then lots of shops; now, I take my ten bucks from inside a closed building of glass and concrete and a view to kill for. But I never forgot her, one sharp, distinct thread in the confused weaves of my mind, a single sword fought every so often to come out and raze down everything I've become.I've always been good with. There was an overwhelming smell of marinara sauce in the air. She had made mozzarella-stuffed Italian sausage meatballs. They were resting in a warm pan with a store variety tomato-and-basil sauce and a small bit of the same store label pesto. “Have a seat,” the attractive chick pointed at the futon. She went to the stove in the kitchenette and stirred the mixture. “You ready to eat, baby?”“Yeah,” the high school football coach answered. “I didn’t eat before I got here,”Faith put a heaping. “Sally, what–?”“Caleb it’s Colette again.”“Oh, Colette. She’s taken a lot of her clothes with her. I think she’s left me.” My breaking voice conveyed my feeling of desolation. Why hadn’t she come to me?“Caleb, calm down. She’s probably just embarrassed about the photo’s. She’ll take some time and then she’ll phone you and explain. You’ve not been at home today?”“I was at the police station dealing with weekend drunks,” I said. “I’ve only just got in.”She paused, perhaps trying to think of. I played a little online whilst I waited for my morning date, I just wanted to get in the mood with a couple of naughty ‘phone calls just to hear a couple of sissies wanking and then the first guy arrived.Short, tubby, large stomach and he reeked of cigarettes. I always make it clear that I’m a non smoker and the house is a no-smoking area and I would have thought he would have been mindful of that, but no. I was his first ever trans experience, he was quite nervous so after chatting for a.