Ms. Jennifer went on to say that, "Beth, we love you and want to keep youhere. We really do. And I appreciate the sacrifices you've made to be afemale...staff member for our clients. But you can't keep coming to work inthose clothes. Those old Dockers and faded Polo shirts have to go if youwant to remain employed here. And just look at your shoes! You wear thesame pair of Skechers day in and day out. Besides, you don't dress like aBeth would, do you? Would a Beth have a old smelly wallet in her. I had cried myself to sleep, and now I just felt empty. The drive home was equally silent until Dad put on his favorite music radio station. Golden Oldies 92.7 filled the car with song. Dad began to sing along with his favorites like Billy Joel, Whitney Houston, the Eagles and Pink Floyd. By the time we pulled into our driveway our spirits had been lifted by Dad’s refusal to spend his time dying. He’s one helluva father. One helluva man!After a delicious, yet somber, dinner of Dad’s lake trout,. "She said, "That is fine but, if you don't talk out your side, I will shoot you!" Maria, I lost my entire family when this started. They lived in Orlando when all this started. My girl in California broke up with me when I came down here. After that, I had started dating a nurse and went to the hospital to help her. She died of the virus. It was not pretty to watch."I've told you much of that. Everyone died and I finally left. I went back to my hotel and tried to decide what to do."I finally. Alternating a few times between the hot and cold sensation, I guide the small sliver of ice down your stomach and over your pussy, brushing it down your slit as it melts to cool water joining your juices. My hand stays there starting to stroke your slit already buzzing with pleasure from the vibrator's assault. I trail kisses down your body along the trail of cold water left by the ice cube as you sense me moving down between your legs. Still blindfolded, you moan knowing where I am headed and.