"He bites people when he gets angry," Vixen said, looking to her boss for support. "Nipped two girls today."Mrs. Morrison nodded. "It's true, Bob. He'... a bit of a bully. If he bites anybody again, he'll be out of here for a week."Hennigan nodded. "I understand. He won't do it again. Ain't I seen you before?" he asked Vixen as other parents began arriving to pick up their children."Don't think so," said the girl as she began picking up toys and tossing them into the big wooden box in the. Her slutty hoop earrings whipped back and forth due to the frantic whorish movement of her jacking hand. His own mother; egging on the inevitable by moaning and mewing, as her hand shucked and frigged his painfully stiff boner, which pointed rigidly at her face. That was all he could take... "You're m-making me shoot! MOM! Y-You're jerking my dick OFF-F-F-F-f-f-f-f! AHHHHHH!!!" Mike screamed in guttural sexual anguish. Donna's cum-sticky hand pumped furiously on the stiff dick, which jutted. From up ahead I heard Terry holler back a happily absent-minded "OKDad." By the time I reached his room, Terry had the dress pulled up overhis head, and I could see his nearly naked child's body in little girls'flowery panties. He tossed the dress on a trunk nearby, and pulled outsome boys' underwear from a drawer before kicking his panties to thesame trunk.That was the first time I realized that Terry wasn't really a girl, justa boy who was preparing to be a girl. In the seconds that he was. “Fuck.”Miguel walked up beside me and we watched him roll away.“You sure you’re not really Mexican, José?”“Pretty damn sure, unless Mom was banging the gardener.”“You might wanna ask, you know? Just to be sure?”“Why?”“Cause that man really wants to put you on the other side of a fuckin’ wall.” He stared after Fish’s car as it faded into the distance leaving a trail of dust.“Jesus.”“You’re pronouncing it wrong again. Remember you’re Mexican now. And he’s in field three.” He looked back and waved.