Before you start reading my story, I recommend you visit the page "My World" on «mail. ru »at my email:« [email protected] ». There you can see my...pictures and even chat with me on the "webcam" if desired. I will try to respond to everyone who writes to me and talk to anyone who wants it. So, my name is Kate, though my real name - Serge. As you probably already guessed, I'm an unusual girl. Biologically, I - boy, but my figure, the curves of my body, and my face - girly. As I can remember, I. My friend was not particularly confortable talking about his wife. My wife oferred to talk his wife to which he agreed. She immediately sat besides my friend to pick up the phone. She deliberately dropped pally of sari while picking up receiver. My friend was watching her with eyes widely open. My wife told that the phone was getting engaged and would phone later. She could clearly see my friend watching her intently. My wife took his hand in her own hands and suggested that they could come. On the first Saturday of the summer I showed up at Barry's house to find that only his mom, Carmel, was home. It hadn't occurred to me to call him in advance, he was almost always there. Carmel was about 40, she was dark-haired with brown eyes. She was about 5' 3" and had a finely curved body, which I was appreciating - not for the first time - as I walked behind her, looking at her full bottom sway in her faded denim jeans. I had always fancied her. She was sexy, but also she was friendly. She. The bones in her wings snapped under the strain, and the large leathery folds dragged on the ground as she tried to pull herself away from the boy. He stood over her, his fists erupting in black fire and his eyes smoked with an onyx power, and he pointed a single finger at her accusingly. “You have been on this planet for three thousand years,” he growled at her. “ ... and you have learned NOTHING about love! What a waste!”“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP! PLEASE, STOP!” she begged him, still trying.