The travesty known as “Dukes of Hazzard” had not yet polluted the airwaves.Carrie had a temper, the little firecracker. Which is why I often imagi...ed her with an apple on her head and me with a bow and arrow. I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with an arrow even if I threw it overhand. . At the drop of a hat she’d blow her cool, almost none of it worth an argument let alone a fistfight. But she’d often come out swinging at the least difference of opinion, so often that I began to have. .(Stacey enters the confession box)Priest: Hello my ch**d, what can I do to you? I mean for you?Stacey: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last confession.(The priest peaks through the hatch and sees a beautiful woman with ginger hair, take me to bed eyes. She was wearing a dress which exposes some of her tits) Priest: What is troubling you my ch**d. Don't be afraid to speak.Stacey: I have been having impure thoughts about a man; a younger man.Priest: . She laughed. "It says here I can bring someone, so I guess I'll bring Trevor. He should be able to let her know she's got you exclusively. What does she see in you, anyway?" she teased, her voice and face smiling."I don't know, Naomi," I replied with a shake of my head. "I really don't know." Hmm," was her response. "Who else is going to be there?" Well," I said, "there's the women in the ad picture, along with their significant others. I'm not sure who else, as her apartment isn't all that. Veronica blushed and quickened her pace as she tried to hurry outof the man's cruel gaze. She tried to remember everything she knew aboutacting feminine; shoulders back, tits out, ass and hips swaying as shetook small, mincing steps in the nude heels, hoping he may just be oglingher and not judging her for being the crossdressing sissy she was. As shereached the other side and the BMW began to pull forward, Veronica couldhear the man remark, his window down a crack, "fucking queers, man."The.