He may be ticked about the wreck, but he’ll be glad you’re alive and okay.” After dialing the number, I handed her my cell phone. She told her d...d she had wrecked and that she was okay. Since she didn’t know exactly where were located, I told her were about a half mile north of the Georgetown exit. She reassured her father she was okay. She handed me back my cell phone and thanked me for stopping. I asked her again if she was okay and she reassured me that she was fine. I started to head back. .. and perhaps even tasting the differences. What do you think?" I think ... that sounds like a fine idea!" I said immediately rolling over, my head suddenly between her legs as I straddled her in what would eventually become a somewhat traditional '69', though at the moment, neither one of us ventured off into that. Myself, content to take a moment or two, just looking, fondling and playing with her a little. It had been a long time since I'd actually done anything like this, and I wasn't. Let me give you some of her greatest hits: 'Lacks empathy', whatever the fuck that means, or this diamond, 'self-absorbed, narcissist', or even this unsavoury accusation, 'cantankerous, caustic in the extreme, and generally quarrelsome and petulant'. If that wasn't libellous enough, there's these scurrilous accusations:'She demonstrates utter disdain for her correspondents whom she regards as unworthy nobodies sent to plague her with their imbecilic problems.' Or this... 'Her advice is viperous. I was really happy when I was with him. Soon that was discovered and all contact was cut off. I was devastated.Now here was another adult and one that believed me and wanted to teach me how to be a proper girl when everyone else kept saying I was a boy and that was just plain wrong. I knew I was a girl, my mind and heart were that of a girl and I hated my parents and others saying I was not. So when he said it was to be our secret and the results that happened because of my uncle's help, I kept.