" She smiled, looking, Anne decided, like the cat that ate the canary."His name is Fields," Anne told her, lifting her chin and trying to look uninter...ested despite being impatient to see him. "We've known each other for years. Didn't I tell you? Since we were children. I'm not really sure what he does." The fact that she did know what he did was both exciting and worrisome."I've sent a message to my semptress. We'll go into town as soon as you are dressed. Annapolis obviously has no sense of. Notsmall ones but massive engorged monstrosities.Enough was enough. He practically flew out from under his covers to thelight switch. It illuminated exactly what his groggy mind had feared.This had to still be a dream. He was a woman and pregnant. Very, verypregnant. In all his two decades on earth he didn't think he'd ever seensomeone with such a massive belly. He wasn't sure which to freak outabout first, the fact that he was a woman or the fact that he was thesize of a house. Either. He hadn't said ten words to me since I gotten in his Crown Vic, an icy menace swirling just beneath his deliberately bland countenance. My fucking watchdog, no doubts about it—he'd be reporting back on how I handled this situation, verbatim descriptions; detail by bloody detail.I felt a deep wave of nausea come up again, bitter bile at the back of my throat as my mind churned over the conversation yet again, fifteen of the most unbearable, nerve wracking minutes imaginable with that. “Yeah, bitch! You got dis big Nigga dick in yo white ass,” Larry howled.“I love it,” whined the privileged sissy.“Dis booty hole good! Tell me yah like Nigga dick!”“I love that Nigga dick, Daddy!”“Oh yeah, faggit! Take dis Nigga dick!”Larry hammered Tiffy with all his might. He busted a fat load and said, “I like yo’ booty, but we gone make it biggah dis weekend. Take off work nex’ week!”The following day, Mr. Smith put in a request for vacation. He called around on the substitute list and.