” “You stole my fucking car, you bitch. First you shoot me dead, then you steal my ninety-thousand-dollar custom Beemer. You better not have wreck...d my car. I’m still paying on it.” I sighed. “You’re dead, Roy. You don’t owe any more on your car.” “I should have killed you. No, I shouldn’t have married you. You’re damn sexy in a slightly twisted way, but you’re a deeply conflicted, passive-aggressive, necrophilac bitch. You murder your own family and friends, and you spend too much of my dough.. After heat treatment with a''wrap around hairdryer'' with the hairdresser testing the curls as theydried I was becoming very tearful but the hairdresser just ignored myplight and casually mentioned that all women even half women like myselfsuffered for ultimate beauty.I had become almost like a sissy faggot hairdresser. Right now I had ableached blonde hairdo in a bubble style lacquered to perfect and I'ddone it all myself, I looked fabulous for an older woman, quite hot.After several months of. I could feel the heat of my blush starting from my toes. Lia was laughing softly. If she hadn't been laughing at me I would have thought it was very sexual."Don't be embarrassed Don. The majority of teenage boys like to look and dream about women wearing sexy clothing. Girls think of boys the same way. Do you like thongs?" I am sorry. I should have put it away before I went to sleep. I planned on watching T. V. but it is all repeats." Yes. I know. I found the same thing for the last two weeks.. My momgrabbed me and laid my head on her shoulder."It's okay Willy. We'll get you help. This is probablyschizophrenia or something." I held my mom tighter,something didn't feel right."Mom, I feel weird. I can't breathe."My mom screamed. That's when I noticed that my mom'sbreasts, which had been gently pushing against my chestwere seemingly pushing harder against me."Willy, what'd happening to you?!"I realized her chest wasn't pushing harder, mine waspushing back. I pulled away from my mom and.