Marty collected the keys and the coffees off the bench.Mary dug a couple of poncho-type raincoats from a hall cupboard for them. She grabbed some spar... towels, as they were sure to get wet. She checked on the puppy, fed him and told him to stay. He whined at her that he wanted to come, but she was firm. He watched them with sad eyes as they dashed to the garage.Marty drove so that Mary could eat. He munched on a muesli bar too, between sips of sweet coffee. He could feel the ring in his pocket. Could hear the sound of his cock driving inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. Her lips were full, red and swollen from his rough kisses. Her eyes were still watery and his hand print blazed red and angry on her cheek. Her throat was red and raw. He knew that tomorrow it would be bruised with the perfect impression of his fingers and every time he saw her hed think about his hands on her throat and that look in her eye. Fuck, he needed to slow down. Slow. He hovered over her, her back. She wasn't aggressive, but she was so nice and had a Mrs. Cleaver way about her that people couldn't hang up on. It worked for her. "She's a nice girl. Let's just give her a chance." She's embarrassing, is what she is," Sharon said. "Come on, are you with me?"One after the other, they all answered yes.Two weeks later, Doris was called to Kristie's office. Thirty minutes later she returned and sat down next to Sharon."What did she want?" asked Sharon."She just wanted to talk about things. She's. He tried to act like it was wrong but gave in and told themthat it wasn't right but he did it anyway once his money cleared thebank. The girls were happy to have me as a girl while the boys stayedaway from me. A lot of parents wouldn't let their kids near me but somethought it was alright. They said it was good for me as I was a real girlnow."She stopped and cried. She confessed, "In order to let me wear girls'clothes I had to do fashion shows for their friends. They would sendFiona upstairs.