It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.Yo... were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was desperately looking for a replacement. Your mother just desperately wanted you out of the house, at least for a while, so told you to find a job or move out. You can kind of understand her frustrations, as you did really. . was noch?!?Zur Antwort sprengte meine Nase wieder das Schmerzreiz Zentrum meinesGehirns. Sie wurde zu einer kleinen Stubsnase, mein Restliches gesichtpasste sich an und meine Wimpern wurden lang, meine Wangenknochen zogensich zur?ck und ich hatte ein v?llig weibliches Gesicht."So Chris, jetzt h?lt dich jeder f?r ein junges M?dchen", meinte ich alsich mich im Badezimmerspiegel betrachtete. Pl?tzlich hatte ich dasBed?rfnis meine Haare zu einem Zopf zusammen zu binden und ich machte esauch. ich. She had been bugging me to go out and meet people. She actually picked out my clothes to wear tonight." she said."I think you look very beautiful. I really like you tattoos and those high heels really accent your body." I smiled and nodded yes with her. "My name Tina. What's yours?" she said. "My friends call me Captain Buck. I run a sport fishing business down at the docks. Do you like the water Tina?" I said. "I like swimming but I have never gone boating. Maybe you could take me sometime.". We'll stay for the weekend, be back here by Tuesday. You even get out of school." A road trip with you guys?" I took a deep breath, trying to imagine having sex with Lisa in her old bedroom with her parents sleeping in the next room, secure in the knowledge that their daughter's virtue was safe because Steve was sleeping on the couch. What a great joke, just like the one we'd played on our dad."Yeah," Steve gave me a little squeeze. "Have some time together, just the three of us." You're as bad.