Blood matted her head and hair, pouring out to pool half-exposed stone floor. The twisted phantom of my wife turned on me, her eyes blazing red.“Do ...ou think I would let her usurp me!” she raged, her voice echoing through the temple as she stalked towards me. “You are my husband. She cannot have you. No one can.”“Serisia,” I shouted, my heart screaming in my chest. “Please, what are you doing?”Her hand swept out at me. I dived to the right, rolling across the paving stones and came up in a. For some reason I thought that would help. As the water pressure was pathetic I cooked up some bacon and eggs while the bath was filling and ate them sitting on the toilet. (No I wasn't going to the toilet.) I would have looked a pathetic sight if anybody had seen me. The guilt of having rooted another woman while married was starting to surface as the food took hold and the grog wore off. I was truly miserable as I lay in the bath. I'd only lasted a week before I was off sticking the old boy. Even after 100 miles I am not yet comfortable driving in heals. All of this appears to be normal to the truckers that I whiz past in the early morning drive. So normal that more than one has blasted their horn, waved, or shouted in an attempt to get some response.At least this would be normal had I been more used to the truckers behaviors, or had I really been the person they think they see. I am not. I am not this woman of their desires. I am not a woman at all. I am male!Thinking back I am. When they got home Jill had on the hottest outfit I ever seen. Her nipples were sticking thru the top and the skirt barely covered her ass cheeks. Kelly saw the look on my face and told me put your tongue back in your mouth that you will able to taste it later. Jill sat down on the couch across from me while Kelly went into the bedroom. When she came out she had on the same exact same outfit. It was hard to tell who looked the hottest.We went to dinner and had a great time. The girls told me.