The divorce was messy. She took everything except my car. Lost my jobbut, I had a separate bank account no one knew about that could keep meafloat til... I got my feet back on the ground.After a lot of thought I decided to continue my life as a tranny andbecome Lola a dominatrix. I would use some old contacts and be a callgirl. Fortunately some of the stuff I saved from the divorce was agreat collection of latex wear, toys, and bondage equipment. All I hadto do was buy the appropriate clothing. You can use clay but it doesn't hold as well. To build something to keep out large animals may be more than I can do reliably."Nancy said, "Todd, the problem we have is that we don't have the gear to cut trees. What can you do about axes or saws?" Actually, that's easier than bricks. It's easy to build a bellows. I can make some tools from wood until I make the other stuff I need. We will need a source of metal for me to work though."They were coming up to a large creek.Fred said, "I may have. Thank you for reading my work. I truly hope you enjoy it. ***** Ch. 2 Tyrone James woke up. He was in his forties and felt it was time to settle down. He had his pick of women, but only one girl held his heart. Tyrone smiled. It was time for him to go home. He new Shia was waiting for him. It was time for him to go in a sweep his chocolate drop off of her feet. Tyrone had no family left in Georgia, but he had plenty of connections. When he asked about Shia, he was surprised to learn that she. Most of all, however, he loved the look that crossed her face and the wave that flowed up the body each time her mind wandered past an erotic fantasy. She was a sexual being, sensuous and passionate. He wanted her, needed her, had to have her. Such was his state as he eased into the bed next to her, tentatively reaching out to caress her skin in the moonlight. A small sigh escaped her lips, and he found himself wondering where she was in her world of dreams. He pressed his lips to her neck,.