The next couple of days consisted of more questions and Karen seemed to want to "help Viki "want" to be a real woman. The questions were strange and ...epeated many times throughout the days. Viki wondered how much more of a woman she could be. Karen kept seeking her willingness and commented constantly on her body: "Maybe we should suck some of that fat out of you..." "Wouldn't it be better to have REAL TITS..." "We should work on that butt of yours..." "Wouldn't you want a skinnier. . not someone's trash heap!Here I was in the middle of intense love making, just about ready to give my mate all my seed and I heard a loud crash over my head. Boy, when you're suddenly startled like that, everything shrinks pretty damn fast. I was pissed. This was not the first time something had landed onto my roof. This was not the first time something has interrupted our mating dance. Damn it, if I ever find out who the litter bug is, I'll kick ass.This all started more than 18 years ago.. My father ‘gave me away’ at my wedding to David; what the fuck do you think that symbolizes; certainly not the start of an egalitarian relationship. David and I went to the same church for years, and I received continuous messages to ‘obey’ and ‘support the man of the house’ and so on. David was fat, dumb, and happy, and doing what was expected of him by the church, our parents, and by me. He took care of HIS little fiancée and later wife – his possession. I was his dependent and his. I tried sneaking out in the woods away from the campsites a couple times during the summer. I would pull my pants down, jerk off hurriedly and try to get back to camp before I got caught. The mosquitoes always seemed to wait for me to get half way to orgasm and then they attacked me. I couldn't swat them, I was too worked up. I ended up with bites on everything. It wasn't a pleasant experience.My half a camp season as a CIT ended on August 3rd. I missed my friends at camp, but it was good to be.