No immediate next of kin, mother and farther killed by a terrorist bomb aboard the aircraft they were in, bound for New York June 6th 2002. Both are b...ried in the village church cemetery at Aventon a small village mid-way between Fordingbridge and Salisbury in Hampshire. They had lived in the village for twenty-four years at Lark Hill Cottage. The father was a retired petrochemical engineer. He took retirement early and played the stock exchange and was very successfully by all accounts. The. I wasn’t complaining, I hadn’t had a cock for a few days and was hornier than ever so the feeling of a nice tight bod against me was nothing to moan about. The train lurched to a halt in a tunnel and my ‘travelling companion’ staggered and grabbed my tits to steady himself. ‘Oh god. I’m sorry’ he said rather red faced but I smiled, leant in to his ear and whispered ‘ don’t apologise, I liked it!’He grinned and whispered to me, shall I do it again? I nodded, almost imperceptibly and felt him. He scored some tickets to that concert you wanted to go to and sent me to fetch you.”Now it was Rosie’s turn for a jaw drop and eyes wide open as her mind filled with thoughts, “Oh shit! I guess I really misunderstood, or maybe I was thinking with my pussy. Well, it was a damn enjoyable mistake, I must admit. I sure never would’ve thought that Ralphie could be such a stud. Way the fuck better than my boyfriend, that’s for sure. I guess I’m going to have to tell him because if I don’t, Ralphie. From head to toe I was all girl. All of a sudden the events of the day and the preceding week overcame me and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want my father to see me like this. As I started crying, mom yelled at me. "You'd better not cry young lady. I just spent all afternoon fixing you up so you look like my little princess and I will not have you ruin everything with your tears. But if insist on crying like some baby girl, I'll change you into an outfit more appropriate.