I had to roll him off her to check for a pulse.She was nearly naked, and bloody as hell as I lifted her across my saddle, then mounted my horse behind...the saddle. My first concern was to stem the bleeding and clean her up before her wounds became infected.I hated to cut her long blonde hair, but there was no way I could close those two long jagged cuts across her scalp with that much hair in the way. If there had been just one claw mark, I could have saved most of her hair.She can’t be much. It was on a Saturday early morning, and I knew my mom and dad where gone already for a day trip to somewhere. they had told us k**s to be good for my older sister and that she was to be in-charge of us two younger one and to do what ever she said, and not be mean to her or bad, this was on Friday evening. I'm thinking to my self, "ya-right" haha, just being me, lol.. well that morning being like most other mornings, I wake up having a nice hard on and start to play with my hard dick. I'd cup up. "There," she said."What about a wig?" I don't have one. You'll just have to be one of those women with shorthair." She ran her fingers through his hair and made it spiky. Itwasn't much, but it was an approximation of a Pixie cut at least.Fortunately, the rest of him was feminine enough that few would doubt hereally was a woman. She added some hairspray to hold it in place. Thenshe saw a pretty broach in the suitcase. She took it and pinned it tothe suit coat. "There. Perfect."William. Because business was so slow at the restaurant, she couldn't get an advance on her pay–which really wouldn't have done anything anyway. And there was no one she could borrow the money from, either. The closer the deadline got the more worried and desperate she became.On the first of the following month, Melanie was in her apartment doing housework. She had the radio playing as she had stopped her cable TV because she couldn't afford it anymore, and her radio was the only thing to keep her.