Now she would display her driver's license with pride. Someday she thought she would try to pass herself off as a twenty-year-old to some young guy in...a bar and see what happens.As Jennifer continued to look at herself in the mirror she felt a wave of sadness come over her. She knew that on the outside she appeared to be a confident and aggressive businesswoman. While she put on a good show, in fact, she was not feeling very good about herself anymore. Her paradox was that while she wanted wild. ”The light-skinned, tall tranny pulled her collar and her breasts flopped out. She asked, “Do you miss sucking on the tatas, Daddy?”“Hell yeah! You ain’t got no friends you can send my way?”“Of course.”“And you know I ain’t payin’.”“I know nigga. I’ma send April over.”“What she look like?”“She about five-eight, real light skin. I just did her ass shots a week ago and we injected salt water in her tits this afternoon so she thick as hell right now.”“That’s what’s up,” Marlon grinned as he rubbed. It was once a chestplate— no more than a joke in front of steel. Caved in by blunt weapons, scratched by arrows, and unbound by swords penetrating the gaps, it somehow kept you alive. You soundlessly discard whatever is left of it with a tug and remain close to the soil, hidden in thick grass. Keeping your head down, you use your sword's broken blade to learn of any movements.There are wounds on your chest, where swords met flesh, and your left arm is broken. You can hear your own heart wildly. "A view of a beautiful view of the lake," sighed Rex, "servants to oay our every whim... this looks like paradise." It had better be," said Chris, the skinny redhead self-pleasuring manchild himself. "We've been working and slaying all year for this. We only have three weeks, then it's back to class." Oh, don't REMIND me!" I said. "The LAST thing I want to think about is college, all right?"Yeah, sure," replied Chris. "I like those jean shorts, Rachelle, they make you look... hot."Rex smiled to.