Habit. I never had liked coffee, but she had taught me to enjoy the bitter sweetness that now just seemed to stick in my throat. Her empty cup across ...he table caught my eye as I sat down. * * * * * Her hand is there as I sit down at the table. With lazy casualness I trace the line of her fingers. Her attention caught up in her reading, does she realize how beautiful she is? With the mess of sleep-rumpled hair, her glasses perched on the bridge of her sweet nose, I watch her read as I pull her. “I could never seriously be with you cause that be like telling my k**s it’s okay to gay or bi or trans or whatever,” We had intimated flatly and resolutely.She’d replied by yelling, “I hate you! Get out!”Wes had walked out of the door never even looking back at her.The then 32 year-old transsexual was completely and utterly devastated by the eagle scout’s callous words and empty tone. She’d allowed herself to develop real feeling this brawny, broad-shouldered game warden and Army reservist who. After some pancakes and orange juice, Sarah offered to walk Emily to school. Before they got to the sidewalk, Mrs. Thomas ran out onto the porch."Aren't you forgetting something, young lady?" she asked expectantly."Mom, I'm coming back before I leave for work," Sarah said."I was talking to the OTHER young lady." Mrs. Thomas held out a small, brown paper bag, which she traded for a kiss from her younger daughter."So when are you going to tell me how you... you know?" Emily asked once they were. Anna complied.Her breasts hung down and i knew exactly what I was going to do to them.I returned to the closet and looked around for a few items, and found exactly what i wanted."So let me get this straight, the more i hurt you the more you like it?" Yes master" Then you're going to love this!"I stretched one of her nipples harshly pulling it down to the bed stead. then holding it taut grabbed one of the nails i had taken from the closet, and started to hammer it through the flesh of her nipple.