She signed the documents, thanked Ken for his workand went back to looking at herself in the mirror."I should be happier," she told her reflection. "I...am a girl. I'mbeautiful. I have a budget for new clothes. Oh and I'm rich." Shesighed and passed a hand through her hair and wondered what color itwould be tomorrow. "Probably blonde," she mused with a slight smile.She posed for herself in the mirror. The stud in her belly button keptcatching her eye. "I'm a rich bitch now," she giggled. "I can. "The man blinked a couple of times in response to that little speech. By now quite a crowd had drawn about the periphery of the street and the onlookers were getting restless. The patrol leader kept flicking his gaze from me to them and I knew he was getting very nervous. I decided to help him out a bit more."I'm told that there is a tavern by the Port Master's building down at the waterfront that serves a good wine," I told the man in a casual manner. "I will go there while you tend to your. Seems her problem was it was 'gross' and he wanted to know my thoughts on the issue. We discussed several options including showering together so she knew it was clean, or him showering when she arrived, along with flavored lube, condoms and using ice cream toppings to fix the 'bad' taste. It was well after 2am when we finally finished our discussions, and I said I needed to sleep. He said it was too late to go home and asked if I could stay the night. I figured he'd want to sleep on the couch,. There was a warmth fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more times than I ever had in my life. I took my twin sister’s hand. “It’s boring here. Want to go home.”“Yeah,” she said, squeezing my hand. She covered her mouth with her other hand as she yawned. “I feel like taking a nap. The sun’s getting to me.”The guy stood up. He looked like a cute teacher who taught at our high school. Dark hair, glasses, tall. Old enough to be our father but still handsome. My eyes.