"Well, how bad did you do?"I handed her my printed score sheet. Carla studied it for a while. I could see her tense up, then she threw the paper on th... table and said, "Shit! You won."I wanted to ask her what her score was but I was enjoying the pained look on her face so I didn't say anything. When the cocktail waitress came over I ordered a beer and Carla ordered a double martini. Then she turned to me and asked, "Do you mind if we wait till we get our drinks before we open the envelope?". The close and the painful distant.I've only seen you cry once, though. Naked, spooning face to face. I always hold you close. The calm, beautiful aftermath of consuming each other. There were very few words between us, but I knew something was wrong. Something you wouldn't get specific about.Your features suddenly softening, lips trembling, hand squeezing mine as I held you tighter. Face burying into my shoulder, I could warm droplets on my skin before hearing you cry.I could feel your heart's. ” I sent with 1 hand and rubbed myself with the other. “Wow!” She responded. This was 10 years ago at the age of 29. Dina, my cousin, was sexually attracted to me! What an ego boost. My dick is as stated. Although not a horses length it’s almost as thick as one with an even wider rim on its circumcised cock-head We hadn’t seen each other in 5 years. She was not the 10 year old from my last recollections. Her face had become an ageless beauty. Cat-like green eyes with lips shaped in a pouting. My mom said that her and dad decided to take meup on my offer, and that a neighborhood feminist group hadagreed to foot the bill. I wanted to argue that I hadoffered no such thing. But instead I found myself justnodding my head and going along.***A few days later I came home from the sexual alterationcenter. My mom had me put on some of Cathy's clothes, andstyled my hair just like Cathy's. I looked in the mirrorand could hardly believe what I saw. I looked remarkablylike Cathy. We were almost.