Your gender is determined by what is in your heart and yourspirit. Your gender is what you feel and what you -declare- to the worldthat you are! Loo... at that girl! That girl is you!"Another tremor and my breath came in shallow gasps as the penis rammedinto me faster and faster. Sarah was moving quickly around and aroundme, touching me, kissing my cheeks, running her hands up the backs of mylegs."You've lived by hiding her, denying her...hiding YOU and denying YOU! Nomore."The penis rammed. Now we wondered whether we might attract another band of attackers -- or maybe even the same ones, from Ft. Myers -- if we started in broadcasting again."Let's get out of here," Ingmar said. "I'm nervous, anyway, trying to go up the coast, in the open Atlantic. Let's head back to the Gulf Coast. Maybe to Texas. But, no radio broadcasts, for awhile. We have twenty people. It's time to consolidate our little community. We ought to try to organize ourselves, a little."We refueled and sailed back. Sitting at a table across from the window, Danny could look out over West Allendale Avenue and watch the people go past without them seeing him. He nibbled on a Danish and sipped coffee. After the lunch crowd departed, the waitress left him alone to his solitary thoughts.He had already identified one car of field agents who had claimed a parking spot on the street. He wondered if they thought they were incognito as they sat in their vehicle, passing a bag of snacks and drinking from Styrofoam. .Oohhh...Try Mommy!...Try to fist-fuck this slut of yours deeper!Please try!...Uugghh...Oohhmmm...YES!...All the way Mommy...Fist-fuck yourlittle cunt-whore-bitch-slut-daughter as deep as you can!... Ooohhh that's goodMommy...So good!...Mommy!...Your slut-daughter likes this... Oohhh...Fist-fuckme... Mommy! Fist-fuck me!...Ooohh...HARDER!...YES! Am I good littlefist-fuck-slut?...Am I?...Does Mommy like to fist-fuck her little girl?...FISTTHE SLUT MOMMY!!!!...OOHHhhh...Fist the slut-bitch.