He’ll drive us, is that OK?”“Sure.”Máximo’s was busy enough that evening we decided to settle in at the bar instead of waiting for a table....Carlos stayed with the vehicle at first as he always did, but he’d look in on us, on Alejandra, really, later on. Turns out it’s a good thing he did.We’d just been served our dinners when I excused myself to use the restroom. I had to pass close to a guy who’d been paying a little too much attention to us. I’d noticed that, but the place was crowded enough. It was routine, she thought, she shouldn?t need it, but it should be okay since they said she needed it and then she was out.Something was wrong, she thought, eyes closed, back pressed against the orthodontist?s chair. Her eyes snapped open, the sensations assaulting her body breaking through the lassitude of the drug. A buzzing, grinding noise filled her ears; a deep, pulsing vibration sent pleasure throbbing through her clit; her thighs felt stretched, her knees bent, the plastic of the. They were cool, we had the same interests, egging and t-ping other houses, and maybe knocking there roadside mailboxes with baseball bat, ya they were cool. They had only begun to start their puberty phase so their minds were always frustrated and on the fritz. Sometimes they wanted to vandalize some property and sometimes they wanted to be left alone, except there was the one night when I caught one of the kids doing something naughty.The night began by me knocking on the door saying hello. .." I smiled, " ... I sorta figured it out by myself, it wasn't like they could keep it a secret." I suppose not," Mr. Reiser chuckled and he found my small balls, cupping them gently, rolling them so that I squirmed with pleasure."It was confusing and I cried for awhile. I was mad, a little." For being a girl?" he asked me. "Or being a boy?" Being a boy," I said. "I wanted to be a girl. I was happy like that." And your dad, he never tried to talk you out of it?" Daddy?" I giggled and sighed..