I can't even die properly." I sobbed."Maybe you should try living instead?" I can't live. I can't be the girl I think I am. I can't survive as theboy ...veryone thinks I am. I ... what's the use." I stood up, and tookhold of the railing that was the only thing separating me from a fallinto the river below."There's plenty of use, hon," the policewomen said."What use?" I cried."How old are you?" Nine ... Nineteen." The use is what might happen when you're twenty. Or forty, or sixty, orhowever long. Her tone was one that seemed to scream "fuck me silly please." Had my wife not been inside I would have probably jacked off right there by my pool! As all of those thoughts raced through my mind, the inevitable knock at the door came. My heart pounded. I tried to look through the peephole but my little temptress had covered it. Finally, I opened the door to the most beautiful smile one could hope for. Allie was dressed to kill - and to fuck. We exchanged nervous hello's as I held the door open. "Move your hands," she ordered as I shuffled across the tiled floor. I obeyed her command immediately. "Hmmm, now that looks interesting," she said, her eyes glistening while she licked her lips. Then she grabbed my skivvies and yanked them over my hips. Samantha's eyebrows rose. "Danielle won't be able to keep her hands off you," she gasped as my freed erection bobbed in front of her face."What I'm about to propose, James, is a wager," Samantha said, wrapping long delicate fingers around my. The redcoats had left a trail of weeping women all along the settlements of the Maryland and the Virginia countryside bemoaning the gang-style rape of church-going women sometimes right in front of their crying children.I knew it was the European way of subduing a rebellious populace and the British were especially attuned to the nasty business of making loyal followers of the female elements of the subjugated former Patriots.It had worked well with the uneducated masses of less civilized.