Do you have any reply to yesterday’s article in the National Rag?”“Isn’t that the same paper that claimed I was Tiger Woods’ illegitimate da...ghter?”Terri smiled at her, “That’s the one.”“What are they claiming this time?”“The article says it’s physically impossible, according to some obscure scientist, for any ‘mere woman’ to hit a golf ball three hundred yards. In the story, he claims you’re a cyborg.”Tink whispered, What’s a cyborg?Half human, half machine, Ret answered.“Well, he’s right.”. So just before I clicked on theinterview videos that had been shot of Terry, I tried not to get myhopes up too much. But Terry once again seemed just perfect, he had away about him, a way that he talked and moved that only cemented myfirst impressions of when I first saw his pictures. He was alone inthe world, barely if any friends, innocent, and just had a wallflowerway about him. That is when I choose Terry to be my future girlfriend,maybe bride, but definitely my post-op transsexual fuck. They passed a watch repair shop, a cybernetic body customization workshop, a money exchange... they passed a butcher's (Maris, one of the few vegetarians on staff, involuntarily made a face when he saw the window display), a travel agency, an optical and auditory implant specialist... they took in the sights of this small corner of the City, where the very old and the very new lived side-by-side in relative harmony.It took them about twenty minutes to get back to their apartment building. This. I was slow to start, so he pulled my hair and just shoved my face in between his shaven buttcheeks. I ran my tongue around his asshole and then tried sticking it deeper. It felt so wrong... but I had no other option. I started moving my head back and forth rhythmically. “Don't stop until I tell you, whore!”And so I licked and ate his ass obediently for many minutes. From this position, I could see that several men walked and looked at us, a couple of them staying and watching for a while. They.