I used to be scared to death in the locker room about the size of it. I was nothing but a bottom in college and, if you add it up before my transition... I fucked only two women and two guys with my tiny dick as a guy. All of this was a source of mental anguish growing up. Since my transition, however, I realize I have been blessed by genetics. I can go to the grocery store with little or no makeup and no one realized I am not a genetic girl. Of course getting d-cup boobs helped, but I could walk. It should take us about three days to get there. We have to travel slow, we have injured with us, so we're taking it easy." I'll expect your call. But if I say 'that last hurricane was fun', turn around and get the hell out of the area. Ok?" Understood."Jason ended the call and disabled the phone. Then he looked at the two people with him."We have a possible place. We'll head that way and see what happens."Matt and Jen agreed."You know, I hate to say this, but don't you think it's about time I. " Yeah, well, who knew?"I yearned for the details. "Care to be more explicit?" After all, she'd been intimate with this substitute teacher/son guy, and was probably itching to brag. Why not with me?"Sure. You see, the other girls tried all kinds of things, with no luck. They'd show up at his office during posted hours and flash some cleavage or panties, whatever. He remained a gentleman and never did a thing, despite their invitations. Kept a more than safe distance. Today was his last day, and. I found him in one of the dining rooms lecturing some of the new staff. I stood out of sight and watched as the man made it clear to the ex-network people what their fate involved. It became obvious that this wasn't the first time that he had to speak to these people. His tone and manner was filled with exasperation of having to do it again and for a moment I was tempted to step in and make my own thoughts known. I didn't do that however. Personnel management was Josh's job and I wasn't going.