.. The doorbell rang again."I'll answer it," he said. What a coward. He hadn't even warned me."God! I hate my life!" I yelled, and I stomped my way to...my room the way I hadn't since I'd been six years old, probably."Trent!" Mom yelled, but she wasn't going to chase me. She wasn't even going to try and explain, as if she could.She didn't trust me. That's like a slap in the face, you know? It's worse than a slap in the face. It's embarrassing and maybe part of me was just angry because she'd. She decides to go to the motel and begins to walk. After a long trek she finally gets to the motel and sees no one at the counter. She looks around the hotel and sees the walls were a beautiful pattern of gold and burgundy swirls. She finally spots a key with the room number. Seeing that no one is around she turns around and begins to leave, but only to see a young woman slamming the door shut. "Welcome to my hotel. What may I do for you?" says the woman. Lucy backs up a little startled. I saw her the first time just a few minutes before the count down to the New Year. She had a look about her, a European/Asian face, slim but not skinny body, jet-black hair that was braided into one long tail reaching past the middle of her back almost to her bottom. She looked about 6' tall but I could see she was wearing heels that were at least 6" if not more. The deep dark blue gown she wore was transparent silk toga style over her left shoulder and wrapped around her upper torso and ended. He preferred boys, not girls. My small cock didn't get him excited anymore. "All those times you'd dress for me, I knew there was a boy's lean body and a tender cock and balls inside waiting. I loved to spread those hard cheeks and probe your tight ass. But now, when we fuck, I'm fucking a woman and it's different." I knew that it had been different in the past few months and that we had come to the point that we wouldn't stay lovers. I couldn't be what Michael wanted. I didn't want to be a.