After the truck was cleaned everyone went back to the fires and began preparing for the meal. Roger and Bear Stalker were relegated to the sidelines w...hile the women scurried around cooking. Roger watched for a moment then had a better idea. He walked to the small vehicle the young family died in and rummaged around in the trunk for a moment. When he returned to the fire he was carrying two cooking pots and a skillet in his hands. He gave them to Margarita. She stared at them for a moment and. She had lived there for almost six years. ''For the most part, I love our little town, its always been very good to me. The people are friendly, and yet most of the people know how to mind their own business.''Hazel listened, but she had a hard time seeing the town that she grew up in as Miss Anna had described. In a nutshell, she saw the city as small and judgmental, and she could not wait until she turned eighteen so she could escape the people and all its small-town crap. Hazel yearned for. How did she get here?Jeff looked over at the driving seat and snapped fully awake. Her old male body with Bill inside was there. Jeff gasped as she remembered what he had done to her. No, what she had let him do to her. She had spread her legs and virtually begged him to fuck her. She might have been under the influence but that didn't really help her come to terms with how her new femininity had been used.Bill pulled the car up to one of the buildings. He turned off the engine and turned to. The bathroom door opens a crack and he steps in. It must have been a tough day, he looks like he ran a marathon, but there is that smile on his face. He kneels by the tub and she wraps her arms around his neck; a soft, innocent kiss turns seductive and determined. The champagne has done its work and she has a buzz going, otherwise she would have jumped out of the tub and into his arms. She keeps kissing him and pressing her curvy body into his. He feels her hardening nipples and his hands begin.