” Joe reached across the table and took Mary's hand. “If I didn't get to travel and move around, I wouldn't be sitting here having some really del...cious coffee cake with you.” “You have a good point there.” A million thoughts burst through Mary's head. What should she do? Was there even a point to seeing Joe? What if she fell in love with him and he just up and left? Mary looked down and Joe was holding her hand. He was holding her hand. Mary smiled. “So you're in town working on the bridge. Take your pick. So, whenever the bills piled up, or the boyfriend didn't call, or my hair looked awful, I could always reassure myself that there would be an end to it, so it didn't matter. Life may be hard, but fuckin' suicide is easy.Don't misunderstand me. When I was alive, I was very much alive. I did all the things that alive people did. I went to school, I dated, I graduated college, and I started a profession. I kept an apartment. I ate, I exercised, I put on makeup, and I kept my. “I want a real cock!” I jumped from the bed, went to the computer room, and printed out the pictures my young friend had sent me. Returning to our bedroom, I asked, “Will this cock do?” After first showing a bit of shock on her face, she slowly began to smile and said, “Where did you get these?” “From an online friend,” I replied. “Must be a very good friend,” she said. “You know I have never seen a cock as big as this before. I have only seen four cocks in my life. But nothing like this.” “I. I undressed and got into the gown, and sat in the make up chair, she helped me apply eye shadow and lipstick and then finally a dark wig. In the dark I could pass for a woman. She stood in front of me and kissed me. I responded like a woman and received her kiss and I felt her hand move over my body feeling my stomach and legs her hands playing over me when I thought we were going to go farther she stopped and said, “We need to get you fully dressed if we’re going to do this right.” She.