As the dummy came down, the sorry state of affairs became all too clear; three loose clubs in each hand, two down for sure.I took a deep breath, attem...ting to calm myself down, and in my sweetest voice I askedCheryl: "Dear, did you forget that we agreed to play the Gerber Convention?"The expression on her face told me everything, but I knew it would not do for me to remain angry as it would be bad for the play. I also knew I must try to salvage the contract.If I could.Fortunately diamonds split. I stopped and listened. I could hear a voice but couldn’t understand the words. I was about to put my ear to the door when there was another short scream, immediately cut off. That was all it took. Out of the corning of my eye I saw another man running toward me from across the grassy space but he was all of 30 or 40 feet away.I tried the doorknob. Locked. My shoulder hit the door but although it moved a little, it didn’t give. I rammed the door again and this time it opened, flying back to hit. I should cup his balls in my soft palm whileslowly licking up his shaft, before getting my lips around the head,except...*Trigger Warning!!!*... all topsy-turvy!!! Brandon doing that to me! Six years later I stillget a touch of reflux thinking of it! I screamed and kicked, but hepainfully grasped my shoulder and thigh. I thought he would forcehimself on me! Suddenly he cried "Dammit!" and let me go.I rolled off the bed and crawled up a wall to get to my feet--breathless,pants below my. I’m at my workmates house. With his adorable family. Having breakfast. Talk about uncomfortable. Petra’s first language was Ukrainian, then Russian, then English. So when she asked me “Jodi, darling, are you trans or whatever?” I almost didn’t understand her with her accent.We were at the table with Bruce, Petra and their two daughters Katrina and Chloe so I didn’t have any way to deflect. It was time to come clean.“My name is Jodi. I was born a boy but I choose to live as a girl. I’m not gay..