" "It's too complicated. I'd rather sell dope, or maybe your faggot ass, outon the street." Why do you hate me so much? I work hard for the Mara." Mar... is not short for maricone. We are not a bunch of faggots like youare." I am a T-Girl, and that's different. You were happy to let me blow you." Once was enough. We Mara should have real girls, not dressed-up vestidoslike you." I think I look good, and Hector wants to initiate me." I poutprovocatively, but Jose looks away, concentrates on the. She crossed the room to me and slapped my face hard."How DARE you, you little pervert. How dare you come into my room and wear my clothes" She pushed me back against her cupboard door and slapped my face again three times. "You fucking perverted little moron, what the FUCK do you think you're doing." Her hands started to fly in a torrent of blows."Please, Debs, I'm sorry." I managed pathetically in between holding my hands up to shield my face. Isabelle pulled Deborah away from me."Deborah,. In fact, Joe, I switched to you. You were about... oh, I'm not sure, twenty years old, maybe slightly younger. You were in a corral whispering to a horse, and a pretty young woman about your age was sitting on the top rail of the corral watching you. You called her Amanda."David felt Nora's body stiffen with shock next to him, and he made a mental note to question her about her reaction later. He continued, "And to test a theory I switched connections again to a man I knew was dead in our here. While I got the brown sugar, Cindy decided the car would be too cold, and took off her coat. And her shirt. And her bra.It turned out she wanted to know what it was like to have her breasts played with.And she didn’t want the crash course, either.She didn’t squeal. She moaned a lot, and sighed like crazy, but there were no squeals.Once I caved about doing it at the house, and realized we only had fifteen minutes left, I went to work on her breasts. I say “went to work” because that’s how I was.