”Gertrude turned her head and refused to look at him.After hanging the lantern on its hook, he was readying the percolator when the thought struck h...m. Didn’t I read somewhere that hens would stop laying if they were badly stressed? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. That egg was damn sure great, but have I fucked up my egg factory? Not only did I scare the shit out of her, but she might just be a wee bit pissed too? But he couldn’t stop thinking about her squawking as she scrambled away, and the grin just. Despite her initialreluctance she had come to love her new friends, even the ever chattyMonica. "How things change," she mused to herself as she thanked her momfor the breakfast and gave her father a kiss on the cheek.As Jacklyn began the drive to school, she couldn't help but admire herlong acrylic nails, perfectly glossed in a pink shine. "What is wrongwith me?" Jacklyn thought as her eyes begin to tear up. "Am I actuallysad about possibly changing back?"Jacklyn pulled into the student. Ann was wearing a long black coat to keep out the cold of the early December day when first I saw her.Ann was petite 5' 3", slim. 33 years old. Dark hair. I would guess 34C bra cup. She lived in a smallish country town where everyone knew everyone else and no one would know me.I parked at the only parking space I could find on the ground floor. It was opposite the exit door of the supermarket, so lots of comings and going. We had chatted for 1/2 hr when I asked "May I put my hand on your. She went to the washroom and when she returned; she had her top 2 buttons of her blouse unbuttoned. Probably this was the indication to me. I also wasted very little time and somehow got the courage to raise a topic of how i feel towards women’s of her age and how badly i want to have a fling, if given a chance. A little moment of hushed silence..well i was scared, but a kind of excited scared. And then the ice broke between us ..the very next moment, she was describing to me her own sexual.