Now that she owned the family jewels of both men in the house, she just ignored Barb or Bitch Barb as she thought of her. She reached for the tube top...and stretched the material over her head and generous breasts and smiled. She knew Bitch Barb hated her dressing like this. Of course, the woman rarely did anything other than volunteer at the church, clean the house and frown at any other woman that showed anything above ankles or wrists. She stood up and smiled. “I wonder how they ever. Ich weiß natürlich sehr wohl dass es nicht perfekt lief. Wir hatten natürlich unsere Meinungsverschiedenheiten, aber nichts weltbewegendes. Eigentlich – in meinen Augen – ganz banale Sachen die man hätte klären können.Unser Sex war so wie ich dachte ja auch gut. Naja…so dachte ich. Für ihn war es nicht so. Was ich allerdings nicht verstehe ist warum dieser Idiot niemals den Mund aufgemacht hat. Wir haben niemals weißgottwas ausgefallenes versucht, das heißt aber nicht dass ich ein Mauerblümchen. Since you like to dress up like a woman ... You don'thave to be afraid to tell me the truth ... "Tammy's question did catch me off guard and I looked over at her andsaid. "Tammy. I'm not gay if that's what you are getting at." Honey ... I know your not gay ... I was just wondering if you everfantasized about being with another man and pretending you are doingeverything a woman would do for a man."I didn't know how to answer her question because I think I may havefantasized about it several. He raised the weapon toward Steve, and Steve pulled the trigger of his empty gun several times, praying for a miracle. A shot rang out, and Stetsenko pitched forward, sliding face first down the stairs. ‘Deev!’ Gabby shouted, dropping her now empty pistol and running down the stairs. She got to her knees next to him and pressed her hands against the bleeding hole in his chest. ‘Hang on, Deev,’ Gabby yelled, ‘Hoed on pweez!’ * * * * * Gabby’s face and body had recovered well in the month since.