Did I have a right to mylife? Was I ashamed to be a clone? Was I ashamed for them to see me as agirl? I had too many questions. But I had my whole lif... to answer them Isupposed.But... I couldn't be part of Pete's life. Too many questions. Too manyinconsistencies. Both our our secret identities would be compromised.And... there would be too many lies. That would be the worst part. Thelies would be too painful for me. Too messy for everyone. Because I lovedMJ and I was me, Peter. And she could. He swallowed, staring at my tits. “It's okay to touch them. You paid for me.”“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, seizing my breasts in his rough hands. He squeezed hard, massaging my nubile tits.I shuddered, loving how he manhandled my breasts. Pleasure surged through me, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I unfastened my skirt, letting it fall in a puddle of dark fabric about my feet. I stood naked before him, my hands caressing him through his shirt, sliding up his torso to his shoulders.He stared. .Woh buddha zor laga raha tha apna…..Arre chal rand mera laude le muh mein….Darti kyun hai….Lauda toh chusa hoga tune…..Chal aaram se le le nahin toh zabardasti tere muh ko chodunga……Biwi nehin maani aur us bhikari ne ek dum se zor lagaya aur apna ganda badboo wala lauda meri biwi ke muh mein zabardasti daal diya…..Usne meri biwi ke baal pakad rahe the aur woh apna ganda lauda meri biwi ke muh mein daal raha tha…..Biwi bhi kuch nahin ker paa rahi thi……Usne phir uska muh hata ker apni taraf kiya. ‘I don’t understand what you’re trying to say,’ I said. ‘Well, I busted my ass last night to turn four lousy $50 tricks in that fleabag hotel, and then I had to give half of it to the fucking bellhop,’ Louise said, ‘while the Queen of the May, here,’ Louise gave Bette another hug to take the sting out of her words, ‘gets invited to a party at the Four Seasons, and tricks half the men in the room at $200 a pop. That’s what I mean!’ ‘Wow,’ I said. ‘How many was that?’ ‘I made $1,200 last night,’.