More like lounging on my desk. But I have to admit, she gave me an idea, and even if it was an evil one, I couldn’t help myself. I’d just found ou... yesterday that I was going to die before Christmas if I didn’t get a heart transplant. And frankly, on a day to day basis, the chances of a transplant seemed slim.“All right Riley,” I said standing up from my desk. “I’ve wondered what you were really made of ever since I met you. It’s time to put your money where your mouth is.” She looked shocked,. Timmy gasped and twitched again as he struggled against his bonds."Mmmmm, such a pretty little girl. Madge is making little sissy girl allexcited isn't she. Mmmmmm, but not too fast, not too fast. Mmmmm nice,nice and slow, make the pretty little princess feel all pretty andfeminine in her lacy lingerie. Yessss," Madge said in a melodic femininelilt as she cooed with excitement at her efforts. To the uninitiated the scene in the bedroom might approach the limits ofsanity but Madge knew little. It didn’t matter. Once the internet came around, I would go in chat rooms and talk to guys, usually older men. I’d try to get them to come around and **** me, but fortunately nobody did at that time.And, if the internet wasn’t available, I would write out a description of myself and what I was into, along with my address, and leave the papers in places I figured men would find them.When I turned 18, I got my first digital camera, and started taking nudes of myself, and at the time, it was risky. ” Well, that was the spark I’d been waiting for, a moment of hilarity to levy perfect karma upon my parents for this torturous trip. With a laugh that can only be created by the truly gifted, I sat down my burger and fixed a stare at my weary parents. “Well, what you look at him with then!” I shot back, hoping to catch them in one of those adult cover-ups that parents are so fond of dumping on their offspring. Then something both uncharacteristic and unexpected happened. My mother opened her.