I recognized her voice. Now, Bess wasn't exactly fat, but I might go with "thick". She immediately dropped her skirt and underwear. I started kissing ...er tummy. I felt her hand on my head, pressing me lower. I finally figured out that "tummy kisses" meant "oral sex". Everyone except me seemed to know this already. So I licked her clit. She kissed me on the mouth and whispered "Thank you baby" when her time was up. I remember thinking that now I was the girl who didn't say no to the girl who. “Uh, I was looking for Nick.” “And why are you looking for him here?” “Well, I thought, he’s your husband.” I giggled and then I stared at her coldly. “He WAS, my husband, and you know that perfectly well. Candy isn’t my husband anymore, bitch. We got the divorce soon after you left. He won’t be able to support you either, since he doesn’t own anything, not even the few clothes that he is allowed to use. I know that you have found a job that suits you in the past year so I suggest that you. That being said, while abuse is central to the plot, I tried notto dwell on it too much. This is different from the sort of story you guyshave seen from me up to this point. The narrator is transgendered in thetruest sense of the word and it's set in our own world with a little bit ofmagic thrown in.+ - + - + - +Sometimes your past has a way of sneaking up on you. For some folks thatcould be a good thing, but for me it nearly always meant trouble. Now Iknow what you're thinking, and it's not as. "I had more intended to ask if you would move in with me."The difference in phrasing and intent was not lost on any of us. Dinner was pretty silent for a while after that."You're right, Peter," Ame pronounced."I'm sorry? About what?"She tilted her head at me. "He is a walking hazard."The three of them got a good chuckle at my expense."Funny." I shrugged, "Well at least it's been asked now. So, if she'll just answer, Peter can breathe again." And I could go back to worrying about impressing.