" And to make it worse," mom added, "the option of charging this guy ornot is held by the state, not you, which means that if they decide to goto tria..., you had better be in a program or you'll be shredded in themedia, and they won't make it pretty." Or," dad added, "you can try to weather the storm, but I don't recommendthat."I had a lot to think about. Testify and maybe get torn to shreds in themedia, enter a program to become a female, or refuse to testify and letthe guy go. Some choices.. She had read all about sex but nothing could have prepared her for the hot and trembling cock she held in her hand."Kiss it," Tim said.She couldn't do that. Oh no, she couldn't ever do a nasty thing like that. Then why was she brushing her dark hair back and lowering her head toward his shiny knob? She didn't know."Good," Tim said as her lips touched the end of his cock. She could taste his lubricating fluid and it wasn't a bad taste. Just very, very male.She found she was growing more. They had two children, a son and a daughter. Both of his kids had followed in his law-enforcement footsteps. Martin, Jr., now twenty-four, was a trooper with the State Patrol. Melissa, twenty-three, was a detective with the sheriff’s department in neighboring Lincoln County, and was attending night school, working on her law degree. Martin, with good reason, was proud of his kids. ‘I guess I didn’t do too bad as a single dad,’ he thought as he walked back into his house. Once more, he stood in. " I thought about that for a second. I likedthe idea of her holding the keys while I was at school. I knew that sheand Jen would protect me from the other guys who might try to beat meup."I like your idea; I'll wear what I was going to wear on sprit day." Isaid. She smiled."What was your outfit?" she asked."I was going to wear the blue and white plaid skirt, blue tights withwhite fishnets over those, and a white or blue shirt." I laid the outfitout on the top of the cart."I like that outfit,.