We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitc...hiking.As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and. I still ride now, whenever I go on holiday.So this particular weekend I was riding at my local stables, round and round the paddock,over jumps. I had the feeling someone was watching me, other than the instructor and those who werevisible.After my session I was putting the horse (Cracker) away in his stall when I realised someonewas in the stables.HE was every cliche going, straight out of some Jilly Cooper book, tall unkempt ash blondhair, floppy fringe, taut torso in a crisp white shirt,. "There we go now we are both ready to fuck and turn a maninto a girl like us! First we will strip and tease them and find whatthey like then that's who the will become. Are you ready to come along?"Lauren said as she grabs my hand in hers.We hop in the car which changes as soon as I sit down into a cloth topblue and black Mustang. When we got to the strip club two guys say usstep out if the Mustang and quickly came over to greet us. We ignoredthem as we swang our hips in wide gyrations cause a. "CRYS!" Marie was about to yell, then quickly caught herself, looking frightfully to the other side of the room.There, swaddled in blankets and sleeping peacefully, was eight-week-old Larry, the product of Marie's one and only sexual experience almost a year previous. Marie loved her newborn son, but still had no idea that her impregnation had been orchestrated by her older sister under the guise of making sure she wasn't a lesbian.You see, families of "outed" homosexuals in the America of.