, police-impounded or repossessed, thenpurchased at auction) Civic or Celica. Such a deal - NOT! In the end, Iwasn't tough enough; I just couldn't bri...g myself to part company withthe beautiful little Mercedes. Grrrrrr; sometimes being a little bimbosucks!Problem solved. I laughed until I cried at the clich?; the dutiful littlesecretary motoring down Nordoff Avenue to her job in Chatsworth in her'chauffeur-driven limo' - the MTA # 166. In a cursory nod towardsanonymity, a brunette wig and. I looked up to see her on the far side. I could have expected elk, mule deer or maybe a coyote, not a black horse.I could see the mare watching me even against the piercing late afternoon lightin my face. We all froze. I can't imagine who's horse that is, way back up in here. I haven'tbeen here in months myself. Who's horse is it? , I wondered. She was nervous, pawing at the ground. And then like a wild animal, she turnedand was gone. I stared from under my hat brim. It's not easy running. .. I guess that there’s something to that ‘prostate’ thing after all. I could get used to threesomes with you and Amber, no doubt of that. Among other things,” David blushed as he admitted that he enjoyed bottoming for me, his former victim.By now, the bell rang and homeroom was over. It was high time for first period, and sure enough, I found myself the center of attention. That was particularly true when I felt Lindsay’s kisses on my neck, followed by those of Kat Summers. David Schuyler. " Well, like, b-back in high school, I was a normal guy, but then I lost my virginity, you know? She felt so good, and she was so happy with what I did to her, and stuff, you know? I envied her so...much, that I just wanted to be a girl. She was kind of like you, all confident and all, and I don't know, there's just something about you. Anyway, I decided that I had to be her and started to find out stuff about guys like me. Anyway, when I got to college and stuff, I started taking hormones and.