Maine dekha, vikas ne jeeb se ek goli nikali aur khali, phir dudh pee liya, didi ne puchaki tum bimar hoto vikas bola ye dawa dimag durust aur shareer...tandurust rakhti hai, maine kaha ki mujhe bhi do, to vikas bola, nahin iska istmaal bacche nahin karte, sirf vayask mard hi karte hain., bacche nahin , main to kaam karke paseena nikal dunga, tum kahan nikaloge, aur sonekeliye let gaya, maine kaha ki okk maine usse gali di behanchod,( haan ye bhi sach tha woh meri behanchodta tha ), didi hans. BARRIES ARM WAS NOW HOLDING ME A BIT TIGHTER, MUCH TO MY WELCOME DELIGHT. SOON TWO WOMAN WHO BARRY EXPLAINED WERE SHE MALES, WERE GETTING INTO A LARGE GRAY VAN ALONG WITH FIVE SAILORS WEARING WHITE DRESS UNIFORMS. BOTH SEEMED A BIT TISPY AND LOOSE AS SOME GROAPING AND KISSING BEGAN TAKING PLACE IN THE TWO FULL BACK SEATS. SOON BUTTONED NAVY TROUSERS WERE BEING UNFASHIONED AND THREE NICE STIFF COCKS CAME INTO FULL VIEW. MOM FOR SOME REASON LEFT THE ROOM ABOUT THEN AS I FELT BARRIES RIGHT HAND. People saw me as a girlnow. They would treat me like a little girl, delicate and soft andpretty. Looking out on Gran's neighborhood with its stately houses, oldtrees, and well-tended lawns, it seemed like a whole new, beautifulplanet. To my right was Gran's covered front porch with a swing. Igathered up my courage, stepped into the front yard, climbed the stepsto the porch and sat down in the swing. Now, EVERYONE could see me. Ifelt excited and calm at the same time. Several cars passed. . -Amarillo by Morning (Fraser and Stafford)Life does not end at forty.Gabe steered the big Peterbilt off the county road, and slowing down he carefully guided it through the old concrete arch ‘FRISCO LINES’ it read. It was close, but he had been driving tractors, over the road trucks, for twenty years. More than that long if he thought about it.But he had other, randier thoughts to think. Really what he needed to do was to concentrate on the road, it was ancient macadam with enormous ruts,.