It’s quiet, and though it’s only a county away from where I lived my old life, it’s far enough to begin my second life. It’s not a bad place. ...’d feel pretty happy to die here. It’s mid-summer, so even though it’s nine o’clock it’s not close to being dark yet. The road shoulder is wide, so I’m reasonably safe from being hit by a passing car. I hear noises all around me. Maybe crickets. It bothers me that I don’t know for sure. I live in kind of a rural area but I didn’t grow up here. Until I. Only whores shave their cunts. He parted her lips with his fingers and found her clit. He began rubbing her with his thumb; meanwhile he slid two fingers into her warm cunt. “Mmmmmmmm,” he moaned into her ear. “You are tight aren’t you?” Maybe she wasn’t such a slut. Oh well, he was too far gone to care. Amy’s hair was pushed aside with Jake’s free hand and Jake kissed her neck softly. He was moving against her in a rhythm, wishing he was already inside of her. But he wanted this to last, he. A quick tug later and I was staring at his surprisingly muscularchest. Patrick wasn't exceedingly buff, but for his frame, he clearlytook care of himself.My clothes followed a moment later, and he slid out of his pants almostas fast as he could go. I wavered for a moment as he stood there nakedand horny while I was still in my panties and bra. Did I want to finishundressing or let him? He didn't let me decide when he pressed in,wrapped his arms around me and unhooked my bra. I figured it was. Apart from the make up stuff, the dressing table was empty. There was nophotograph. The piece of paper was there, but it was blank (there wasnothing written in it). The photograph was not necessary, though, Iremembered how I had to do my make up. I didn't need to consideranymore. That was the "fate" I chose to myself. I went to the door andleft the room, wearing the same kind of uniform Sara had in the firstday, after I woke up as a girl.As I left the room for the hallway, I found Sara, Jenifer.