I folded my hands in front of me, hoping to hide my erection.He looked me up and down. "You wish to speak to me?"My heart was trying to break out of m... rib cage. "Um... sir... LadyBlackthwaite tells me I can't leave the house, that I have to stay hereand dress as a girl so she can train me to be her maid, and I won't dothat, sir. I want my clothes back so I can leave." I believe she did mention something of the sort, yes," Lord Blackthwaitesaid."Well, she can't do that! I'm a U.S. citizen! You. But tits, if not cunts, are pleasant to see,Other critics contend,To which I answer in this way:Therefore, should we give themTo transwomen, or, for that matter,Simply paint breasts to displayAlong the highways we takeFrom here to there and back again,On America's less-traveled byways.ANIMAL MAGNETISMA spill of raven hair,Gold-green eyes,Coral lips, a necklaceOf heart-shaped diamonds--All were beautiful,But what stood out most,Capturing my gaze,Were the chocolate nipplesShe displayed, atop her. My husband is Steve, he's a year older than I am. We have two sons, Andy was thirteen when this began and Jeff was two years younger.Now, you need to know about me.I was raised in Nebraska, on a farm, by parents who were deeply religious. I mean very fundamentalist and extremely conservative. We were twice-a-week churchgoers and read the Bible every night and every morning.When I went away to college to become a teacher, I met my future husband, Steve.I'd had two dates when I met him and never. After all, Cricket was never late for anything, but she knew better than to ask him about it. Cricket was Cricket, and the man does what he wants and answers to no one. She only hoped that he hadn't gotten tied up with some ho and decided to put her off while he got himself a shot of pussy somewhere else.'That's all I need now, ' she thought. 'My life is about to fall apart, and I just can't handle anything else now!'An hour later, Cricket knocked on her door."Hey girl, I brought you a little.