And he loves me. That got me to thinking about the things that I reallylove. Jim. Our Marriage, My work, my Salon. And I do really love being agirl. J...st like the song says: I enjoy being a girl.I enjoy being a girl. That got me to thinking about my love for Jim. Jim isso wonderful and seems so happy. But maybe he could be even happier. Irealized that I wanted to make Jim as happy as he could be. And what couldmake Jim happier with his life? Maybe something he has never experiencedbefore. I get. Especially since you would be going away to college come the fall.”“And my mom was going to be okay with this?” Rick repeated, still unable to get that thought out of his head.“Well, in the grand scheme of things, my taking you to bed didn’t seem the worst of options,” Cory Lee said, “assuming that her conjecture was wrong and you did like girls. I mean, you could’ve lost it to one of those school sluts who opened their legs to just about any guy who tried, or worse you could’ve gone down to. You drive there, sometimes hours away (imagine driving hours just to suck cock), since you’re such a sissy you probably approach the door of the adult book store three or four times, each time turning away in disgust at yourself. Then, as you’re forcing yourself to approach it one more time, a strong aggressive looking real man walks in just in front of you, and you can’t help yourself, you follow him in. You hang your head in shame as you shuffle past the attendant, and quickly duck into the. “Woah, gotta be careful”. The road had many winding turns up the hill to my house. My mother had picked this place because of the seclusion from the rest of the town. Nothing was visible outside the window up the road. She drove slowly up the road. Her phone, that was now resting in the cupholder between our seats, suddenly received a text message that read Can’t fuck you tonight, baby. She didn’t notice the message but the thought of my aunt having sex made me a little sick. Suddenly the.