‘There you are.’ He said as he returned to the living room shaking a babies bottle up and down. Most mornings he would hand me the bottle and told...me to drink it, so I reached out my hands to take the bottle from him. ‘No, no, no. Sweety.’ He said. ‘Come over here.’ ‘What?’ I asked confused. ‘Come sit here.’ He pulled me onto his lap, guiding me into a cradling position. My torso leaning against his bare skin, there was a warmth radiating all through my body and I wasn’t sure whether. But Rod always had his revenge. He loved this job. The most beautiful women in the world came here, and he fucked them at will.He particularly loved honeymooners. There was nothing like seducing a woman on her honeymoon. Rod had plucked plenty of cherries, and there's no doubt about it, he thought, fucking a virgin is sweet. But that other virginity--the wife who's never given her cunt to a man other than her husband since she's been married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill. And. I later find out her uncle is an artist with all thestuff for screen-printing."So come on lady, let's see what you've got," says Poppy, her armsfolded."You've come a Kermit the Frog?" asks Esse pointing at my green tights."I wish," I say wondering how she knows the reference?Slowly I unbutton my duffle coat and give it to Tony, who's the nearest.Finally I put on the little green felt hat and show them the little toybow and arrow Julia gave me."Ta dah!" they all go silent, surely it isn't THAT. Mitch suddenly felt very relieved that, aside from his still being agirl, there was nothing else wrong with him."You know, girl, if you're going to insist on sticking around here fora while, I really need something to call you. Do you have a name?"asked Barbie. "I really doubt you'll enjoy having to continuallyanswer to 'hey you' or 'girl' for very long. That kind of shit tendsto get awful stale pretty damn fast." But you already know my name," answered Mitch, fighting back a newsurge of.