Be a good boy and when you get home I'll fix something for you MUCH hotter than a cake!"Greg left for the office, not without misgivings.* * **Contrac... negotiations and distributor complaints kept Greg's mind off his wife for the morning. He sent out for a small pizza, and prepared for another day of eating at his desk. In the middle of the pepperoni, two soft hands slid around the sides of his face from behind to cover his eyes. "Eating at work is bad for your digestion, Greg. You need to find. You can pay me for the items you like and take them home with you.”I don’t know why I was hesitating. This was a golden opportunity to get what I originally came to the store for. I smiled, “Tonight?”She smiled broadly, “Yes, Sweetie, tonight. Is there anything else you want to look at before we go?”I told her, “Not tonight.” We went to the self-checkout and scanned everything. I insisted on paying for it all. Then, she instructed me to follow her in my car to her apartment. She lived. Am I supposed to know you?" She responded by saying, "No, we've never met before, but I think we should have met long ago. My name is Melba and my daughter's name is Wanda. May we sit with you?" I replied, "Sure, if you want to, why not?", and they sat down at my table with Melba on one side of me and Wanda on the other side. Then we began a conversation about who we were, what we did, and where we lived. It turned out that Melba and Wanda lived on the shore of the same lake I did only a. “Ah been down London an’ I thought I was hame sick and I saw a shrink an she said she used to be a guy and she was never happy until she transitionated and had her balls cut off and she thought I might be the same like.”“Whit, You a Homo?” Andy asked stunned.“No, I’m becoming a Lesbeen,” Jock explained, “No more willy flopping agen ma lags, ut’ll be grand.”“You’ll need to shave your beard,” Morag said and she called her friend over, “Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin’ tae a LesbeenJanet.