A walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet...these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face, and upon contact it is as though a million tiny firecrackers explode in my fingertips. I see visions of our past, of years and lifetimes we have shared holding, clinging to one another. Yes I know this woman; this is. I have the same soul.The same hopes and dreams. But you've given up on me and I don'tunderstand why. And what's more you're contradicting yourself. Yousaying I'm not Anthony anymore, but that I'm not truly Kimberley enoughto justify myself as a woman. You're confusing the fuck out of meCinders. What would you have me do?" I'm not having this discussion with you now Kimberley. I have to do myrace prep. But you should seriously think about doing the right thingtoday. You know you should." She. Rambo lifted Troye’s soft defined feet into the air and exposed Troye’s virgin anus. Rambo then aimed his thick rubber cock at the entrance of Troye, rested it on the pillow-like pucker for a moment, and then pressed forward sharply. Because the cock oozed lube, it slid in like a hot knife through butter. Troye screamed as his insides parted, ‘AWWW! Fuck.’ At first the pain felt like a sword had been driven up his tight love-canal, and then it was gone, there was no pain, but intense pleasure,. She looks terrified, as if she’s about to cry. I think I am too. Why won’t the guard say something? I just want to get this over with. The security guard looks at us coldly. I notice that she has her name sewn onto her shirt – WALKER, in capital letters. “Ok, names first” she says. I wonder if I should give a false name, but quickly decide against it. She’ll soon find out if we lie, and then we’ll be in worse trouble. I think our best bet is to be honest. “Annie Harrison” I say in a tearful.