“Hello, William.”“It’s time to do a Paul Revere,” William said.“What’s that mean?”“Tell your friends and family that bad times are c...ming, and they need to be prepared. Use your imagination in providing details. Odds are, you will be understating what will happen,” William answered.“When will it happen?” Betsy asked.“When it happens. I’ll let you know early enough to get everyone to safety.”William hung up. Betsy closed her cell phone before looking over at Sally. Her friend looked very curious. “What were you thinking?” I asked encouraging her tosay more.“I was imagining me in your fantasy.”Curious I said, “Oh?”She turned away to sleep. Moments passed and then in awhisper she asked “and in your fantasy do I getpregnant?” Sleep for me was a long time coming as Iconsidered the consequence of her question.For several days I watched as Debbie went about hernormal routine. Then I noticed she began to spend moreand more time with Micah. At. .. I like having a dick." They've overrated, believe me. What do you want it for? To stand topee?"Joseph nodded."Peeing's actually easier as a girl. You just sit and do it 'no hands'.No need to point or aim."Joseph again put his hand inside his panties and began to feel his newlabia gently, tracing the smooth outline with his finger."It does feel kind of nice, I guess... but I'm Joseph... everyone thinksI'm a boy!" Really? Look at your room. It's changed. Let's look at the sign on. He owed some money to a bookie so he would pimp me out to black friends for money. He made the most money allowing white guys to watch and shoot their loads all over me while black men fucked me. Since the first night we met, Robert told me I was born to serve black men and I believed him and loved it.When AOL chatrooms were the big thing and I was finally 16, he'd often take me to a gay bar in Cincinnati called "The Dock" which was on the Ohio River. He'd take my clothes away from me and drive.