5 years since I posted it. But believe me it was never my intention to leave it for this long. This past year has been absolutely CRAZY! In between...laptop/computer troubles, I also work 12 hours on most days, so even when I do have time, my brain switches off. Anyway, after reading this for the 100th time, I can’t read it any longer. I’ve definitely lost all my editors as my email account that links to this was blocked. Took me only recently to unblock it! I am back on that account, so feel. I was only 16 years old. I had waited for a long time andfinally I had the courage (and the money) to go on and buy girl's clothes.I already owned a bra, panties and a dress, but they were a present of oneof the few friends that knew my secret.I had planned my visit to the store a few times, but certainly it was a bigshock when I found myself there, in front of the store. I closed my eyes,breathed and finally stepped into the store. A guard put a plastic thing inmy backpack. I started walking,. The next few days went much the same. Tom was perfectly gracious as a host ... as gracious as a professional hotelkeeper. He showed her around the property, including the cabin, and he taught her how to snowmobile, though she was afraid to take the great rumbling beast between her legs much above 10 mph. She was having a good time ... but not the kind of time she'd hoped for.And it was time to admit to herself that that was what she had hoped for. She'd hoped for the feel of a rough, muscular. "The police were back before I left the hospital. "We found his pickup in a junk yard, not a mile from where the accident happened. The radiator was leaking and it had a smashed right fender and bumper. The junk dealer said Reardon brought it in and requested it crushed within twenty-four hours. He accepted way less than what it was worth, so instead of crushing it, the junk dealer decided to part it out. We are doing some forensic tests on it and we found the left fender of your car has black.