I sighed and went to the mirror to look at my reflection.As much as I hated a lot of what I saw in that reflection, I liked it aswell. It was me after...all. The me I grew up with.I looked at the fine lines I didn't conceal with makeup this morning. Ilooked at the hair with the single strands of gray that I wouldoccasionally find the time to pluck out. I adjusted my bra, feeling therelief of the skin that no longer had nylon biting down into it.I considered changing myself into a man, it'd always. Hey, what did I do, fall down or bump into something?"He was blessed with not remembering much of what had happened the night before. "I remember being in the Matador and saying goodbye to some friends. When did we go after that?" Home." Wow. I feel like a sack of broken bottles, and my tongue tastes like it's been licking ash trays all night."He staggered to a hot shower, while Kim made him a bromo and squeezed fresh orange juice and black coffee. He didn't seem to remember anything. She. “What?” she replied innocently. “You know surprises make me uneasy.” “It won’t be a surprise, darling.” “Tell me, then.” “When we get home. After I’ve had my way with you.” “Karla,” he warned again. She sighed and leaned to murmur in his ear. “I want to feel your tongue in my cleavage, my love. I want your lips and tongue on my nipples. When you’ve satisfied me, I’ll tell you what I know.” It was Kevin’s turn to sigh, in spite of the arousal he felt stirring his member. “I doubt you’ll ever be. "It was short notice, but the town fathers decided to make him the grand marshal of the parade. They figured Mayor Kane did it last year and he'll probably do it again next year. What's more American than a war hero in your town's Independence Day parade?" No, Jeff, I hadn't heard that," I replied quietly. "He must be pretty high up the military ladder by now. He was a captain years ago." He's a colonel and in line to climb even higher pretty soon," agreed Jeff. "He was wounded in Baghdad a.