"What am I?" I whisper. The flashbacks are worsening, mixing up with mygender imbalance. "What do you see?" You're a woman," she says, her mouth very ...lose to my ear. "My name'sHazel, this is my hotel. You're safe, you're a lovely woman. Everythingwill be better, I promise."I'm a woman. Have I always been like this? Surely I can't have dreamtall my male yesterdays. Take a big sniff. Wipe the tears on the back ofmy hands, push hair behind my ears."I'm fine. Give me a minute."A hand touches my. Closing the door, the betrayed soul went into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, Sam rummaged around until a beer was exposed. Angrily, Sam twisted the top off and threw the cap at the wall. After taking a long pull, Sam climbed up the stairs to the bedroom that once belonged to a loving couple. Unsteadily, Sam walked around the rumpled bed. Smelling the stench of tainted sex on it, Sam knew the bed was now worthless trash. Looking down, Sam saw the flowers on the floor. Emotionless, the once. The cab veered sharply to the right and we turned off the road into a dirt track, where it came to an abrupt halt, not that Chyrl noticed, her long fingers buried between her labia, the sheen of their wetness only emphasizing her need for something bigger and hopefully thicker.The back door opened and the black guy undid his pants and they fell down. He was without underwear, something they both had in common, but his cock was as we girls grew up imagining, long and thick, hanging in an arc,. Why on earth would any woman in her right mind leave a warm, snugly bed, where she's cradled in the arms of the man she adores to get up and cook? Besides, I think you'll find my cooking to be adequate."Moments later, Kelly placed a plate in front of her with crisp bacon and the most beautiful fine-herb omelette Sarah had ever seen, accompanied by hash-brown potatoes. When she set it before her, Kelly commented that the work on the site was very physical so she needed the energy. She suggested.