"Marcus" he yelled, "This one's yours!"A big black guy on the edge of the crowd moved forward. He looked very built but didn't' say anything. He seeme... drunk, but very shy.Beth looked at him, and I saw her eyes go to his crotch and she smiled. Did she even know I was here?Carl then took my wifes left hand. What was he doing I tought?He slide off both her engagement ring and wedding band and took them and held them over the shot glass."No!" I yelled. A few guys around me laughed.Carl just looked. She got to her truck. She unlocked her truck and climbed in, sitting her things on the passenger seat and started the truck and headed off to work .Tara arrived at work and parked in her assigned spot and headed to the elevator. She was lost in thought wondering if she would have time between book edits to write out a recipe that was rattling around in her head. It would be the last recipe for her book and then she would ask George again to reconsider publishing it.It had been a busy morning. Rajaji stroked my flesh and kissed me again. His hand was inside caressing the fleshy folds of my plump thighs as his other hand was slowly stroking my boobs.“you are my rakhel aren’t you?” rakhel means a mistress or a kept woman. I nodded and started to open my blouse. I unhooked it all the way down and pulled it out of my hands. Rajaji saw my globes in a white brassiere and whistled. He caressed both my breasts hard through and planted a kiss on top of each cup. I sighed and reached behind. I had always wished that there was some way, some way, that we could switch bodies ya know? That way we could be together. I'm so sick of being female, having people always tell me I should fix myself up and look beautiful like all the other girls. I figured that if we switched places, you'd be female and I'd be male. Then we'd be together. Wouldn't that of been great?" Ya know, now that you mention it, it does. For some reason, deep down inside, I had always wanted to be you. I thought you.