Instead thewives were really nice to them, and everybody was getting in touch withtheir true self and there was more damn crying and it was just soSTU...PID!!The last story was set in some dusty dirt desert in Australia for somereason, maybe after a nuclear war, and you thought it was maybe about atranssexual, but even after he read the whole thing he wasn't sure, likeit was supposed to be "art" or something. And that one REALLY sucked! Alland all these stories had been a total waste of. ‘My name’s Michelle. I live in Down. I woke up in my room at Four and the whole town was empty. Then this guy picked me up in this car, pulled a gun on me and hit me with it. I came to in the trunk a couple minutes ago, and here I am.’ Nick shook his head as he tossed his butt aside. ‘You woke up at Four?’ Michelle shrugged. ‘Party last night.’ Matt closed the trunk and walked over to the driver’s door. ‘Well, then, Michelle,’ he told her, ‘we’re going to Hillton through Down, do you know how. I don’t know how he’d react to that story. Did I like watching June? Would he think I’m gay? Would he be really into it and want me to do it more? Would he be disgusted? None of that sounds appealing.And of course, I also don’t tell him where my panties went. He won’t notice they’re missing, but I can’t explain to him where they went or how they got into Reyna’s hands. Best to avoid that whole topic of conversation.“How was work today?” I ask, trying to bring the conversation back to him so. I wipe the cum from my butt and stand up nakedhearing Rick knocking on the bathroom door. "I found you some cloths." asI open the door enough to slide my arm threw it as I take the pile ofcloth and close the door so he does not see me naked. I look down and seemy little penis and balls look smaller than yesterday as my puffy chestlooks like Cindy said like two small breasts but not really small anymorewith my hard nipples poking out.The cloths Rick picked me are all girls' cloths as I shake my.