The injured man was no longer interested in riding, and for some unknown reason, when he asked my dad if he wanted to buy it, pop purchased the wrecke... bike. At the time he told mom it was a “father/son project”, but after a few months, it was clear it was going to become pop’s bike. Mom felt pretty pissed for a few days about it, but when she saw it would be some time before it ran, she mellowed.Dad ordered a repair book online, and the two of us started to take the bike apart. It seemed my. Then she stood straight before him, her arms down her sides and her eyes fixed at a point just above his head. The man opened a drawer and took some sheets of paper out. “I have your contract ready...you just need to fill in name and address and stuff like that…She gasped. She had never stood in front of a man like this. At least not without him jumping at her. She stepped closer to the table, grabbed the contract and read it quickly. She was not going to make much more than she did now, on. Some dropped to their knees, howling in pain. What the fuck is going on here? he wondered as he ripped into the nearest body. Stealth sliced and ripped his way through soldier after soldier, tasting each one as he went. Most of them had the sour tasting blood with only a few having the sweet flavor of human. The aroma of blood so permeated the air that it was all he could do to not go into a full frenzied bloodlust. He was afraid of what the blood would do to him if he should ingest it, so he. You weredisturbed by it."***After our session ended, I called Cynthia. Her voice mail answered. "Cynthia, it's Bill. I have to explain. I pushed you away because I didn'twant to kiss you while I wore a dress. I didn't reject you. Pleaseunderstand. It's not you. It's me. It's the damn cross-dressing that'sruining everything."I hung up and returned home to begin work on a motorcycle. I could neitherfocus nor concentrate on simple tasks. I kept hoping that Cynthia wouldcall. I kept berating myself.