It went as I expected; I was told to show them the location of the lockbox, then open it and step away. It lay beneath a false floor of what I still c...lled the ‘boot.’ There was a lot more to the lockbox than I had let on to them.I opened the tailgate and unlocked the panel set in the floor, then raised it to expose the face of the strongbox that stretched across the width of the space. In the center was the digital lock panel. With both robbers peering over my shoulder, I entered the code and. She merely shrugged. “What can I say?” she asked in an overly innocent voice. “I’m just sitting here, trying to get comfortable. Why, is there something on your mind?”Of course there was. I was unable to stop myself from wondering what it would be like to fuck someone. I bet fucking Taylor would have been amazing. Not only did she have an amazing body for it, she was definitely experienced, and ridiculously eager for me. I could almost feel a wet spot growing on my own pants through her. So, what about you? Are you okay?" I'm pissed," I responded angrily, "at myself and my stupidity." It wasn't your fault," Vicky stated sympathetically, "We had very little information to go on and we had no idea that these people were on the beach or that they'd panic and run right into the hands of those hulking bastards." I still fucked up," I stated with a heavy sigh, "and I compounded it by pulling my pistol again and blasting away with it like I could hit something with it. I was just. It was important to me to celebrate by writing you my story. I wanted tocelebrate the person that got me to this point - John. He wasn't a badperson - well meaning but dealing with a lot of anger. It wasn't reallyhis fault. Living as a boy when you know that you were supposed to be agirl is just the pits, you know?I have known for every second of my life that I was supposed to be a girl.I remember being separated into play groups as a child, and attempting tosocialize with the boys that seemed.