As I stepped out of the car Sheri leaned towards me and in a way that only I could see licked the remnants of cum from her hand. Then she reminded me,... “Make sure to get some extra napkins.” Black Diamond Trail - La Piste ExpertMontreal had just received a huge dump of snow. Sheri and I were laying back her bed having a cigarette after a nice fuck. Looking out her window we could see that the snow was still coming down. Other than the occasional rumble of passing snowplows the city was quiet. And Robin was as muchof a girl as she could be at her age, though she still didn't feel thatgender surgery was the right way for her to go. Yet the femininepronouns and ways of thinking were taking a major hold on her psyche,and she was beginning to love being pretty. She was getting quite goodat polishing her nails, fixing her hair and applying makeup. It was nolonger forced by her mother, she enjoyed shopping for feminine articleswith her cousins or other girls, and she spent as much time. I hope you're not one of those damn feminists,because if you are, our marriage is doomed." And then he stormed off.Our marriage was never the same after that. Siggy no longer saw me ashis soul mate and I resented being told that I couldn't look for work.It was the oddest thing: I was quite content to stay at home eatingbonbons and watching three-tissue dramas, but I couldn't abide knowingthat I didn't have a choice in the matter. So we drifted apart, Siggyand I, until the day came that he. "Helen." I closed my eyes, blinking back the tears. It had only been a week... I had hoped for more time than this. There was no use protesting, of course. Not one goddamned bit of use at all. I refolded the letter and replaced it in the envelope, leaving it on the table. The clock said seven thirty; I needed to hurry. I fished out some gardening gloves and clippers and went back into the garden and down to the very bottom, to the large patch of stinging nettles that I kept there..