“Oh, are you a writer?” “Yeah! Not a good one, but I do write a story now and then,” I told her. “Am I disturbing the creative juices?” He... voice was so sweet. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was right in the middle of a story. “No, not at all. I will enjoy your company.” “Cool! What kind of stories do you write?” she asked. Most truckers I know are a curious bunch. So, I saw no harm in answering her. “I write stuff you probably wouldn’t want to read.” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she. “Perhaps if I go into another room, the light will be better.” I turned the camera around into self-portrait mode, and made my way back downstairs. I took around twenty different shots, all from different angles and facial expressions. I checked back through the gallery, discounting and deleting all the really horrible ones. Eventually there were four different photos to pick from. I flicked between the pictures, looking at every detail. My eyes evaluated everything; the way one of the. He sprung up, ready to fight to get out ofthe clutches of his kidnapper when he realized he was in his own room.Breathing heavily in relief Pedro sank back on to his bed, his bodycovered in a cold sweat. As he slowly recalled the memories of hisdream the dark thoughts combined with the cooling perspiration causedhim to shiver slightly.'Some dude wanted to feminize me?' Pedro thought to himself. 'Imean...yeah, he did see to know those things about me, but since it was adream it was my. As I debated on it, my thoughts kept going back to the advice a dear friend had given me on the subject when I reached the end of my rope a couple weeks earlier: You cant take it back once its done, so be sure its what you really want before you do it, he said. But if youre going to do it, hold nothing back. You wont feel any less guilty if the sex really wasnt all that great, so give yourself to your lover completely while youre there, even if its just for an hour. If youre going to do it,.