‘Just drop the ball.’ ‘Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink more.’ ‘Best of seven series bitch! It’s not o...er yet!’ ‘I think so far, you’ve been MY bitch.’ My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes later I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another beer. ‘So where’s Carrie tonight?’ Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice as she spoke my girlfriend’s name. It was no secret that Jen disliked Carrie, as she always seemed to. I knew he wouldn’t understand, but I hoped he would notice the urgency in my voice. He did and his thrusts quickly doubled in intensity. I was now being rammed with such force that simply remaining upright was a struggle. But I fought on, refusing to give up until the orgasm growing within me ripped through my body like a hurricane, leaving me broken, but satisfied.“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs when that dream became a reality. My body started to shake uncontrollably as. I've been looking forward to this since Brad's call. He said that you've missed me as much as I missed you. Is that true?" Angie, does this answer your question?" I swept her off the bed and hugged her as tight as I could kissing her as deeply as I could. I nuzzled her neck and I said what I should have said to her a year ago. "Angie, I love you. I always have loved you and I want us to become one. Will you marry me?"She fought out of my arms and sat back down on the bed. She started crying. She comes and stays with us, we give her the injection, she gets sick and then kicks the habit. Sure we have to make it look good, convince her what’s happening is more conventional than it is, but I’m not sure what the big deal is.”“That isn’t going to work,” Mom said.“Why? We’ll put her through the change, she’ll be clear of the drugs, and we won’t have to worry about her giving anything away.”“Except, it isn’t that easy. Problem one, we can’t just give her an injection the moment she comes.