She stood with the fingers laced together behind her back.Bill picked up the newspaper, open at the page with the circled jobs “I’d like you to ex...lain this” he indicated to the page. Kim couldn’t speak. Now she understood where the paper had gone. “We have plenty of time we can stand here all night. You can be even later going home to your husband than I have arranged. But you will not be leaving this room until you have given me a full explanation”. He tone was calm but held an edge of. That's... That's not possible. He'sdead. Hothead held an online memorial. I was on for it. He died ofMORFS complications at a clinic in New York. I know where he's BURIEDdamn it!" She slammed her fist into the table hard enough to make theplates rattle.Lisa frowned mightily, an odd expression on her pretty face. "I know.I've been investigating his death myself. The clinic he was at had adoctor, a MORFS survivor who was a gender swap. Came out looking reallynice, but that's it, no. He stopped. Randi couldhardly stand it. She didn’t want him to stop fucking for even asecond. “Ohhh, don’t stop, Rick! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” “Maybe we should do it on the floor,” he murmured. “On the floor?” “It would make less noise.” “Okay.” They got out of her bed and lay down on the rug next to it.Rick grabbed Randi’s pillow and put it under her ass. She didn’tknow what effect. I woke up by the alarm and came down to the lobby after a quick breakfast. When I got down to the lobby everyone was talking about something and I heard mike and Jesse a few times and the someone looked up and every went "huuuuh!" and the just stood there staring at me. A few guys gave me a pat on the back. Some girls hugged me saying I'm proud and some girls angrily stared at me and muttered congrats or she's a lucky girl or something. The whole class of 31 new we liked each other and couldn't.