“It gets better.”The next minutes that passed seemed like eternity as Laurel watched herself on the laptop strip off piece after piece clothing to...music she could only imagine suitable for strippers, during which Frank’s hand travelled slowly up her forearm. His eyes weren’t on the screen. He had already seen it many times. From his perfect vantage point, he was focused right down the center her enticing cleavage. Hmm… she has not fought me so far... probably scared shitless. That was very good. I would stay at home this weekend and get some work done on theyard, which really needed it badly. This was just a cover.You see, I am a crossdresser. That was hard to admit, but I am and havebeen since I was a young boy. My wife doesn't know. In fact, I havenever told anyone, until now. I am what they call a closetcrossdresser. On the rare occasion that I get to dress, I usually hangaround the house and watch TV, or maybe work in my office or surf theInternet. I have only been out a few times. ” “Just like night and day.” “I don’t know. Just makes me feel good, making her feel better. She’s had a really rough time.” The thief sat down on the bed. “You were right, she’s carried more than her share of drinks around a tavern.” Mindblind pulled on his pants and asked, “Why’d she turn to whorin’, then?” “Long story, but she fell in love with the man who owned the place, and he betrayed her. She loved the work, but couldn’t bear to be around it after that. She got by doing odd things for a. This is my Father's anvil, though how it and these other tools could have gotten here from Kentucky, I have absolutely no idea," he finished in a tired voice."Magick!" I said, but the word had escaped my mouth on its own."Do you really believe in that?" he asked in surprise."Do you have a better explanation for how all of this got here?" I asked and pointed to all of the tools and other things here. "Or for the condition of the house, or how the gates and the doors opened for us?" I demanded..
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