He had none of the money and I had all of this. No. It was over. I was out of a job. It was over. I got myself up off the floor and took a habitual si... out of my thermos, tasting my black morning coffee that I wouldn't now be drinking on my way into work. I looked at my bag beside the door and the white robe folded up inside of it, the lube I knew was at the bottom.Then I went into the cabinet, unscrewed the top of my thermos, and poured a healthy dose of Jack and Kahlua in with the coffee. I. He crouched near my legs,grabbed my ankles and spread them apart. He moved between them, there wasa tearing sound, and I felt cooler suddenly. He had cut the seat of mypants! What the hell was going on? He didn't need to do that, my walletwas in my back pocket, he could have just taken it, he didn't need to-My thoughts were interrupted by another tearing sound, and the cool breezeon my ass made my hair stand on end. He had cut my boxers, what was hegoing to do? I couldn't be raped. Men don't. Tim got so mad he was ushered from the hearing cursing and screaming.Finally, yesterday, it was all over. I was single and alone again at age 35 except for a town full of friends. Susan got custody of the children but I had unrestricted visitation and was guaranteed at least one weekend a month and two months in the summer.With another heavy sigh I got up to face the day. The first day of the rest of my life-a life without the woman I had loved so dearly. Times would be rough for a while but I. But I'm Vicky, and as my usual thoughts about being Vicky permanently flash through my head, I can't help wishing I had always been a girl. These thoughts are interrupted by something I've tried to put out of my mind since we started walking back. I've kissed with my uncle, and then jerked his cock, and now he is taking me home, but does he really expect me to suck him off?! Vicky is scared, but deep down would it be so bad? Okay I don't fancy my Uncle, but I like the way he has treated me..