She left the nursey home and she was flustered and came back to the hotel we were staying and got me. I could see that she was obvious upset and asked...her what was wrong. She was having a hard time telling me what she saw. She sat me down and told me striate out what she saw. My grandmother and Azacca were fucking and what the old lady told her about how many times a day they do it and how long It had been going on. I too was in shock and didn’t know what to say or do. First, I was super mad. If you continue your approach, I will be forced to destroy you," I informed her."Very well, Lt. Cmdr. Callaway," she replied. For a minute I though she had come to her senses and was going to alter course, but then it was clear she intended to keep right on coming."How long until she is weapons range, Mr. Ireland?" I asked my fire control officer. "About in two minutes, Sir," he responded."Very well, when she gets in range, fire a warning shot across her course. Full volley," I ordered."Yes. I mean fucking a female Doberman was one thing, but fucking her all dirty and grungy was quite another.I poured warm soapy water over my young bitch's body and scrubbed her fine chocolate colored fur, making sure to massage the soapy water into her sexual areas. She seemed to like it when I rubbed the soapy cloth across her bitch-hole; she'd shiver and whined for me each time I made contact.We were both naked and wet as I began to dry her. My stiff teenage dick was rubbing against her damp fur. I look around at this place, and I can't help wondering how the heck Iended up in here. How did things go so bad, so quickly?I guess it all started when I lost my job at Wal-mart. I really couldnteven blame my transition for my job loss, it was just me doing what I'vedone my whole life, male or female - take anything good I've got going onat the time, and mess it up.It took me about six months of fruitless looking for a replacement job torealize the truth.I had finally run out of chances.Then.