Kostet ja nix!Euer Max-Manuel Meyer (3pel M)Eva. (Eine unendliche Geschichte)Vorgeschichte (wie es begann – soft nur eigentlich nur Vanillasex)(1) S...hade, dass man sich als Junior-Gesch?ftsf?hrer nicht vor Firmen-Partys dr?cken kann. Ich frage mich sowieso, wieso an diese langweiligen, besseren Stehempf?nge ?berhaupt ?Party? nennt! Seit geschlagenen zwei Stunden stehe ich in der Gegend herum, betreibe Smalltalk, sch?ttele H?nde verdienter Mitarbeiter und erwehre mich der Avancen karrieregeiler. After the parade was over, Ursula got a Highly Commended certificate and Igot ten dollars. It took two days to get most of the paint off, but thebeard already made Ursula's face sore, and she had an eruption of zitswhich I didn't. Then she got her first period and that stopped herbleating about the zits: she swore she'd never go out again, and when itwas all over she'd forgotten about her panties that I called 'My LittleTrophy'.Well we both grew up. Mom looked after us mainly, because Dad was. “Odious flea-ridden prick, I bet you nearly killed your mother when she birthed you, you pedantic git, your fecking head’s so thick. I hope she murdered your whoreson of a father for the curse of you.” He wrapped his fist in her hair roughly, his laughter abruptly vanished, and held her close to his mouth as he hissed furiously in her ear while she struggled against him. “I’ll take a lot from you, you damned shrew but don’t ever think to insult my ancestry again. Understand?” Sienna was irate. J.romantically, but given his infatuation with me right after I had beentransformed, I felt almost jilted.By the time we had dinner ready (or 'supper' as Mama called it), I hadconvinced myself that I was being silly. It had to be the damned hormones.As a man, I would have never felt rejected by A.J.'s perfectly reasonablebehavior, but as a woman, it seemed to be a different matter.I was pretty quiet over dinner, but everyone else made up for it, so mysilence wasn't particularly noticed - or so.