I was starting to get used to being a chick. I liked the fact that I turned heads on the street, and I liked the clothes. Melissa and I decided to cel...brate her Geometry A by making out on the playground near the playground. The 11:45 train rumbled into the station a mile away. Neither of us noticed the train, or the BEEP of Melissa's watch as the clock struck 12. The last thing I remember is my beautiful blonde hair laid out on the grass, while Melissa was unbuttoning my blouse and reaching up. I was 18 at the time. We started talking and she ended up having a big crush on me. Every once in a while at work we would text each other and tell each other to meet up in the stock room and we would make out. Unfortunately she ended up getting fired for screwing up on one of the cash registers. I thought I missed out on something good but she got a job right across the street. We started talking again and she was talking to another guy while talking to me. One day I pretended to be mad. They easily located the bar and already sat inside next to the door of the bar and at the time they sighted Juliana's house and didn't take their eyes off it, because they were desperate to see and know news.It didn't take long and Juliana left the house, wearing a little shorts of knitted fabric punched in the bulky pussy, leaving a delicious pack and stuck in the ass, making the guys from the bar go out and see the delight, in this a smart guy from the bar called and went to talk to. " Then she looked at Laura, which caused her girl to blush. "You need to get your shit together, and drop your dick." Girls," I spoke up, "my husband's not a bad sort. It's not his fault I'm queer." What the fuck does that have to do with a goddam thing? It isn't what we are talking about. I don't care if he is fucking Jesus Christ himself. I don't care if he is better than Ghandi. You are killing him by not coming out, as well as killing yourself."Something about the way Stacey spoke upset me..