I sit at my coffee table eating and drinking shots with beer chasers to my heart’s content and then after I clean everything up I go shower and then...off to bed. DING DING DING DING!!!!! Damn it somebody’s ringing the friggen doorbell at 3am, I go downstairs and see a shadow at the door and I hear giggling out side the door as well. I’m fit to be tied now and ready to yell at some kids that think their funny. I open the door quickly and the shadow falls inside my door laughing as a bunch. That's the funny part: I wasn't before. But now I am, God it feels good to say that.My time in jail taught me a few things. The strong TAKE what they want. It is our right. Some women are lying pieces of shit, and they need to be taught a lesson.Not ALL women mind you. I'm not some woman-hating, sicko freak. There are good men and good women. There are bad men. If a a woman decided to take a few assholes out with a shotgun and a pair of pliers, I say more power to her.I however, decided to. Actually, better than good. Amazing! If she could bring herself to a climax her day would always become better, her mood uplifted, and her outlook on life much brighter.But like most college girls, she had her insecurities of her own body. She was already awkward enough being a dork (though not as dorky as her high school years). In college, she made a concerted effort to become a normal human being. For the most part, she succeeded. She found her confidence. With that, she made more friends,. I did not realize it at the time but not only had my dad married a transsexual, but Beverly liked to sleep around. I later found out my dad, liked it and enjoy hearing her tell about a how she seduced strait guys.So I was watching some porn on the internet when Beverly walked in on me. I quickly changed windows and made it look like I was doing my homework when one of those annoying popup windows came up. This would have been embarrassing as is but it was for a transsexual chat page. She was.