I'm in a fog. The fog. The Female Fog, my ex used to call it. When my mind would sort of curl up and go to sleep and the Woman Beast in me would take ...ver. That guy's starting to look pretty good. I could --Her fingernails were digging painfully into his arm as she snarled at him, "Get me away from this friggin' place. Now. Take me home, damn you!"She was a natural blonde. Unless had she dyed her pubic hair too. But he had no attention to spare for inane speculation because he had to maintain. She told me the hardest thing would be for me toconcentrate enough to stay erect during the session.I thought about it and decided that it couldn't be too bad and agreed toit. I lay there in bed holding her and trying to imagine what a photoshoot with Tiffany and her friends would be like. I fell asleep withthat thought.The next morning, I had awakened to an enormous erection. I guess I wasstill dreaming of the beautiful trans woman lying next to me. As Ireached over and pulled her into me, I. For years hed believed her and blamed himself, but finally, he realized that Dale Atherton just couldnt live with the evil bitch he had married. He didnt hate his father for leaving, he hated him for leaving him behind. He seethed as he waited, but when the officer came back, he forced himself to calm down, at least on the outside. Well, Drake, he said, handing back the paperwork, Id love to let you off with a warning, but you were going twice the speed limit. Im afraid I have to give you a. The cop apparently saw nothing but an empty cab, andlater remembered, that a mechanic had fixed the car and Doug had drivenaway. The mechanic would remember likewise, though he wasn't exactly surewhat the problem had been. The Mercedes had started by itself and drivento Doug's home. His neighbors would swear at the inquiry they'd seen Dougentering his house.As the strange car cleared the traffic jam, Doug brought himself undercontrol."Who are you? What's going on?" he asked the bitch in the.