I turned this way and that in front of the mirror,and I had the extremely odd sensation of wishing my behind was moreround, looking more like Mother's.... I looked at my hips and frowned;they were clearly those of a boy. I couldn't help thinking of Beyonceand the Super Bowl performance, and how sexy she looked. Did I reallywant hips like that? Well, no, but I thought a little bit of curvemight be nice. I couldn't really explain why; I mean, I knew boys werenot supposed to have curvy bottoms,. She brushes past me, and my skin grows warm at her touch. "Thanks," she whispers, looking back at me from inside the toilet. Again, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and I'm a fucking goner. I close the distance Between us and slam my mouth to hers. Her lips part and our tongues collide in a shower of sparks. "Fuck," she murmurs against my lips. I fumble back and slam the door shut behind us. She yanks at my shirt, pulling it up my body and over my head. While I reach for her shirt,. She gave a little sob and grabbed me around my waist. I turned her by the shoulder and walked her a ways away from where we were standing over to the stacks of filled sandbags. We stood there, facing into the canyon, listening to the quiet. I didn't know what to say. I was pissed, but I waited until my anger was under control.I tugged her around in front of me, so that we were both facing the same way, her back nestled into my front. Spooning, standing up. I slowly began a major campaign on her. " If she posed any threat at all to me it was only to cause my ever-present morning erection to hang around a little longer. She gave me such a quizzical look up and down that I was afraid it was sticking out of the front of the robe.I guess it wasn't, because she said, "OK, I'm not supposed to come in but unfortunately yours is a long form so it will take about 30 minutes to complete and it's very hot here in the sun."I ushered her into the apartment, turned on some lights and showed her to a.