I pondered Patricia's suggestion for the rest of the evening. I foundthe idea ridiculous on the surface. Dressing up as a woman was somethingcomedians...did, not regular men. At the same time sitting in the waitingroom was killing me. I thought about running away, but I had nowhere torun. I thought of my dad, but I doubted he would want me moving in withhim. I could still tell my mom the truth, but I still was not preparedto betray a friend, or even an ex-friend.On Friday I found myself paying. "We're alone now. So what are you going to do about it?" Uh, we're not exactly alone and I was kind of saving it for Carol." You're 18 years old," Cynthia responded. "I'm sure you'll have plenty left for her. Please?" Well, it might have been the wine talking, but I didn't want to avoid that type of challenge, especially from a horny woman. She wasn't waiting for an answer anyway. Cynthia kicked off her shoes then reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties and jumped on the bed. I took my. I lay still, holding every ounce of the pain inside me, I had to be dead for him. He smiled and roughly threw my legs apart, cramming three fingers into my shriveled, frigid pussy. He grunted as he felt the cold flesh and removed his fingers, replacing them quickly with his large rock hard dick. I wanted to scream as his hot cock entered me. He thrust in and out of me, running his hands all over my cold body and then bent forward biting into the cold flesh of my right breast, his teeth. We ate in silence. Mine because I was not going to say anything more. I think Laura was quiet because she was brooding hard about how to word her answer to James tonight.Seven-thirty on the dot, the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it. James was about my height, with a slight paunch around the middle. I guess they call that middle age spread. He seemed fit until you saw him walk. He walked flat footed; there was no spring in his step. I hadn't really noticed that the other night and.