"I'll go call an ambulance!" She cried, and started to run out of the room. I grabbed her arm and held her tight."No, Katie. She will not live until a... ambulance gets here. Close the door." I spoke softly, calmly. It was time to be Megan, the Helper, not whatever I had become in the last few weeks. Katie looked at me, panic in her eyes."What do you mean? We can't just let her die! Oh please, don't let her die!" Katie was getting hysterical. I grabbed her and shook her, hard, to get her. .As I am a gym freak I dint wanted to smoke I had left smoking before 6 months but she convinced me we light the pot.We were doing crazy stuff with smoke I was just taking long drags and blow to her she would come near my lips and take from my mouth. I was blowing smoke on her titties her hairs everywhere and laugh saying she is smoking hot…She started laughing and came sat on my lap I was just hugging her from back and smoking from the pot. She then turned around and started to kiss me and we. Looks-wise, her face had this lovely creamy quality, with caramel-brown skin (she is African-American) and deep brown eyes I could stare into for hours. She, too, was short - and also a bit round, which very much appeals to me. Both her face and her personality were warm and beautiful. I would never try to wrest her away from Stan, but I certainly envied his luck in finding her.Late in the evening, the band went into a slow number. My other friends all got up to dance, leaving me alone at. In recognition of this declaration an agreement is made between me and mywife Tracey Belle that if she decides that I am not a transvestite but infact a repressed Transexual that she, Tracey Belle, will pay the fullcosts of my operation and have grounds to divorce me with my consent andthat neither she nor I will have rights to any of the assets of the otherparty save that this clause does not preclude a future contract ofemployment between the parties post operation if so desired.In case in.