The stockbroker had given it back to him. But the stock brokerobviously couldn't become his love slave - they were both men. That thought sent a chil... down his spine. Looking in themirror, he saw that he didn't really look like a man any more. He had soft, creamy skin, an angelic face, long blonde hair,and what had to be DD boobs. His figure was actually quitefeminine, with a slim waist and broad hips, perfect forproducing children. 'Oh, God, what have I done?' he thoughtto himself. Then. Is he thinking about who he can call to come see this spectacle, this whore of a white girl drinking gin in a van in the liquor store parking lot? Is he thinking if he calls someone, he won't get to fuck me? Does he know how I'm gonna let him fuck me? I'm going to let him fuck me. You're so excited to actually be doing this. "This is your lucky day. Look at my tits. Don't you have a friend you can call?" Yes, Amber, I do." You hand me your mobile. Dialing a number, I then resume watching you as. The only thing she could do was blurt out, "Whatever you say Richard, you're the boss."With a nervous smile covering his relief, Richard added, "Overall, I think our little talk went quite well. Don't you Miss Amber?"She had not only grown to the point of loving his smile with all its different personality traits, but she had come to appreciate the annoying habit he had of always saying 'Miss Amber' whenever he addressed her. She knew it was a term of endearment he used with all the ladies in. Slightly standing, he waved; they spotted him and headed for the booth. Teegan was striking in her outfit. Heads turned as she walked past, on her way to her singular focus: Michael. She slid in next to him and kissed him on the cheek as Brad sat down. She moved a bit closer until her side was pressed against his. As she was doing that, appearing to get comfortable, Michael waved for the waitress. Teegan ordered a glass of Chardonnay and Brad a draft beer. Michael picked up Teegan’s left hand.