He easily lifted the bag over her head, an amused smirk marking his dark Cuban good-looks. ‘What have we here?’ he mused, dangling the bag over S...tephanie’s head while she bounced on the ridiculous red spike heels Lula had talked her into buying, struggling to rescue her dignity. What dignity she had left fled when the heels slid out from under her and landed her flat on her ass on the ugly linoleum floor. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Fuck. Joe Morelli stepped through the door Stephanie had. "No comment," she growled for the fifteenth time since she started walking towards the yellow tape across the long parking lot. "Which part of those two words don't you people understand?" She stormed through the reporters, not stopping, 'accidentally' knocking a camera out of her face. She didn't even flinch when she heard it hit the ground with a crash of broken parts. Nor did she stop when she heard the cameraman cursing at her, a small smile flickering across her lips the only. I heard of the assembly Dr Coyne called and of you telling about your decision to transition to a girl and why. I admire your courage and although at the time I was too immature to understand, I do now. I hope some day you can forgive me, but if you can’t I’ll understand. I have grown in the past two years and believe me today I would never even contemplate such an act much less carry it out. I am so sorry for what I did. Sincerely, Tom Clarke.”“That sounds sufficiently contrite,” Sierra. It felt much more taboo now and that much bigger of a secret. I kept praying that our parents didn't have a clue about our nightly activity. I wanted it to continue and though I didn't think about it I probably knew where it was heading. It had been a couple of weeks since he had started playing with my pussy. I had started going to bed naked because it gave him easier access to me. I was waiting for him in bed like usual one night. He came into my room and climbed in with me. I rolled.