Remembering the ordeal as she sobbed at thetable in her dressing room, Stella wished, for the hundred-thousandthtime, that she'd been born a woman. If...only she'd been born with a cuntinstead of a cock and a pair of balls--Her introspection was interrupted by the sharp rap at her door."Who is it?" she demanded, not wanting to see or speak to anyone, everagain."Howard." What do you want?" she cried."May I come in?" You can go to hell!" Please, Stella. Just for a moment."The wannabe-used-to-be. She slapped me hard across the face. I was shocked. I think that I had tears in my eyes and I wanted to slap her back. I was raised to be a gentleman and never to hit a woman so maybe that's why I didn't, but I think that I saw the playfulness in her eyes. That and a worry that if I did something out of order I'd never get a chance to fuck this twenty year old goddess. “I'm sorry,” I said. “You're so fucking hot that I couldn't help myself.” That seemed to appease her. She kissed me hard,. "I know I can depend on you kids to get to school on time," he said. "Tiffany, make sure all the lights are out, the doors are closed, and that George is tied out before you leave. I hate to do this to you, but I've got to get to Warsaw."It was a big responsibility for Tiffany, and she knew it. There had only been a couple of times that her parents had left it up to her to get herself and Henry out to the bus stop, and Henry could be a slowpoke about getting around. She kept after him, though,. By the time JR left for college, she’d shed her virginity and learned how to be an accomplished lover that knew how to consistently achieve an orgasm when fucking. Despite the tendency for girls to fall in love, she also continued to avoid that level of commitment with her dates, including some of the ‘steadies’ she went with during her four years. She had goals to fulfill. She was a career girl. She HAD to get that college degree.JR studied business management not only as a profession, but as.