I promise."Seras was sweating profusely, but the perspiration was washing away withthe torrents of rain that had already soaked her to the bone. Inste...ad offocusing on her physical surroundings, on the fact that her hard-foughtdistance between herself and her persuers was quickly diminishing andshe was woefully unarmed, she turned her attention inward, toward Pip.Her body was alien to him. He rarely knew what was going to happen withit even when she did. There was no way he could know what was. And technically Iwas with my mom, so it wasn't that big of a lie I suppose. I simplydidn't feel ready to tell him about "me" until the surgeries were overand I really WAS myself for the first time!For me it was a little strange how easily Ben had accepted my excuses andwasn't pushing to see me. But then again I was pleading him to be patientand wait to see me later on next quarter.That night before the gender reassignment surgery, I was so nervous thatI couldn't sleep. Part of my preparations,. "Thanks!" she said, "What can I do to repay you?"I looked her up and down, but instead of what I had in mind to say, I answered, "You got something needs fixing around the house? A deck you want built? Curtain rods you need hung? If you've got work for a handyman, and pay my bill on time, that would be payment enough."She returned my assessing look, toe to head. "You any good?" I'm not a pro, yet." I told her honestly, "So I'm slow, but I'm a perfectionist. I estimate the job up front, and. ...*slap* she turned to the right, *slap*. Then he was tapping her forehead with it, rubbing her face, leaving a little trail of precum. “I don't know John...its....its......so big I don't know if I can....” “Play with my balls again, and stroke it” John commanded, and she did so. “What do you mean, 'too big'? Haha am I bigger than your husband?” John was delighted by the prospect. Her husband was a blue-collar, construction working guy. John was an academic and an accountant. Here was Jim's.