I tried to act humble as each of his friends complimented me that evening. I could sense their stares, and I made casual conversation into almost a fl...rt session. As we walked and talked around the party, I could feel how different this body was.The void between my legs being the obvious one, but also the shift in my balance. Being top heavy and teetering in heels was a different feeling. The earrings bouncing off my neck, my voice completely new, dexterity with nails. One glass of champagne. "Yes Master, I already need to go for a shit but my time is still an hour away!" she answered.Breakfast over, I asked her to wash the pots while I went upstairs. I opened her bag to check the toys and stuff she had brought with her. I immediately spotted an Indian club, like the ones used for juggling, an odd shaped scent bottle and the usual array of vibrators. Curiously though there was a, what can only be described as, plastic test tube about 4 inches across and about 15 inches long with a. " Sydney makes me want to throw up," I informed her. "As far as you turning me on-Jesus, Coley, the evidence is right under your ass."She looked at me, and then-finally realizing-her eyes opened wide. She pushed her ass into my lap a little bit, then giggled. "OK, so I do turn you on. So why are you turning me down?" Because you're not thinking straight. You're upset." I told you, I've been thinking about this for some time." Not with me." Yes," she practically whispered. "If I hadn't been. “The Lord is my shepherd,” he prayed as he aimed and shot at my family.I fired my arrow. It caught him in the throat. He fell to the ground in a gurgle of blood, twitching hard.“St. Chasity protect us!” a second soldier screamed, turning to fire at me. My arrow caught him in the chest.My anger only grew. They were killing my family while praying to me. I drew a third arrow.The bullet took me in the guts. A scared-faced, young man trembled as he clutched his gun, smoke curling from the barrel. I.