She was angry because she had to make choices thatshe never had to make as Mike. She was angry because she felt she had nocontrol as to when, where s...e would have sex or have to be romantic orintimate. She was starting to believe that men would make those choicesfor her.Her anger turned to guilt, when she remembered her time as Mike. Mikehad never had any negative experiences, actually he had no experiencewith women, as a professional baseball player. But he had seen manyplayers treat women. She kissed me on the forehead. ‘Yes, Alan, it hurts.’ I turned my face up. We kissed, a slow soft kiss. She snuggled on to my lap with our lips still locked together. A phone rang. I answered it. It was for me. My aunt was ringing to say that her grandson had developed spots, possibly chicken pox. The family get-together was postponed or even cancelled. We might meet up in the New Year, maybe. I thanked her, hoped that the grandson would get better soon and wished her as happy a Christmas as. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes!" she cried, instantly bucking back at Sam, begging him to enter her.Sam didn't need to be told twice. He was rock hard and aching and she was still dripping wet from her orgasm just a minute ago so he simply lined himself up and drove himself hilt-deep with one savage thrust. She cried out in painful pleasure and Dean felt her nails dig into his chest through his t-shirt. Sam didn't work up a rhythm slowly or let her adjust to his size; he simply pulled back out and rammed. " she growled. She went up the stairs, and they heard her door slam.They were still laughing a second or two later, when Misti came in. "What did I miss? she asked. William, hugging and kissing her cheek, told her, "Ask the ladies. If I say anything else, I'll be in the doghouse for a month, at least. Sharon, pausing long enough to give her her own hug and peck on the cheek, told her, "We were joshing Betty about her vocals last night. She was almost under William's and my window last night. It.