“When did you learn to handle a boat? I thought you were a city girl from birth.”Wendy gave him a slightly disappointed look. “Girlfriends, you ...ope. One was an heiress whose family had several, and another one captained a great big yacht owned by some international banker type. Oh, and get this: his wife made it very plain that she didn’t approve of hot girl-on-girl action, so we made it a point to christen every single surface on that tub with our sinful ladyjuices. Especially their bed.” As. And in extremely high... indiscriminate dosages... for both...pills and cum... and none of that fucking bullshit... fromsophisticated... and decidedly... lukewarm... gratuitous... andobligatorily... highbrow fairytale stories... relating the delicate...sensible and professional qualifications... of impeccably degreed...sterile white lab coated... qualified doctors... and other so-called...medical experts... and endocrinology specialists... with inexplicable...and farfetched... fantasy. Even so, as I was standing there doing my business, something didn't seem quite right about what I was seeing. As I watched his shape moving around in the shower, it finally sunk in that CJ had boobs.My god, he's a girl!I closed the bathroom door and sat on the bed wondering what in the hell I should do now. Here I was in a motel room, a single no less, with a girl who was probably underage and may in fact be a runaway. A smart person would no doubt be calling the Sheriff's Department and. We sat at a table with some of the others in the youth group. ‘What do you want to drink?’ I asked Trish. ‘Iced tea.’ I went to the drinks table and returned with her drink and one for me. The talk among everyone was about the softball game that afternoon. Each year the competition was between the married and the unmarried. For the past 5 or 6 years, the married folks had been the victors and this stung the pride of everyone at the table. Positions were already allocated and extras would be.