Tightly squeezing his arms and chest together was a slender human withsandy, brown-blond hair. He was barely five foot four, with a head thatbarely we...t up to Jeffery?s chest. His voice was high pitched andeffeminate, as he squealed and nuzzled his face against Jeffrey?s body."Mmm... sexy sweaty male..." He said with a touch of bliss in his tone.The huggy femboy was clad in a black shirt for a band called Thrash-Punk,which looked to be far too large for his slender frame. Similarly, a pairof. My parents, figuring Tammy was old enough to take care of me, placed that condition, and to her dismay and my glee, it was set, and they were off the following morning. I rose up early the following morning and played videogames and ate my froot loops, and when my sister came around it was mid morning. She was wearing a big t-shirt and some pink cotton brief panties, with a yawn she exchanged good mornings and she proceeded to brew up some coffee. She had herself a cup and then announced to. ”“And just how old are you Jerome?”“I turned eighteen last month.”“Nice, I think I want to get to know you much better, would you like that?”“Yes, I think I would like that.”Beatrix smiled at Jerome, “Do you know why Heather needed to go to the square?”“No, not really, I had heard a silly rumor about needed to be there for some kind of meeting.”“Do you know what kind of meeting?”Jerome sighed, “I heard something about witches, I don’t believe in witches.”“Neither did Heather, but she still went. Who knows maybe someone would want to hire you?" Nikki mentioned that too. She said I'm now in perfect range for a sitcom Mom. You know, the ones who are too good looking (Nikki's words) for their funny but not as attractive comedian husband. She said with the way the networks do shows now it's not a year long commitment. Maybe 10 or 12 episodes." You getting the itch?" Yeah maybe. We have nothing tying us down. You keep busy with your computer stuff. I might like it. A reward for keeping this.