‘Hi I’m Tomas Thom’s brother Miller, a sub-editor on The Clarion. He said he met you last night and considers you a cold-hearted bitch. Should I... hit him for you?’ ‘Yes please. Now shove off.’ ‘Sharon please. We are literary compatriots.’ ‘Oh yes — don’t you mean we work for the same newspaper? Sub-editors are word technicians. There’s little creativeness in them.’ ‘That is an erroneous conclusion. Thomas is right, you are a cold-hearted bitch.’ Sharon stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.. Obviously Iraised a daughter who's more interested in things than in her own fleshand blood." You don't need to apologise," I whisper. "If it wasn't for you Iwouldn't be Ian. I owe you everything." You being happy and healthy is all the thanks I need," grandma says. "Ithink you could probably use an early night." Yeah, probably," I sigh."Though I will say this," grandma says. "Your mother really didn't seemto be all that upset about the whole 'transgendered' thing. It's almostas if she was. Remove it from the glass and spread your ass and pussy open for them to see and cum to”, The Voice bellowed. I had become so well trained that I followed the command instantly.Suddenly cum shot from every direction on the outside of the glass. These men were all masturbating together and load and load of thick, frothy white cum covered the glass. What more could follow this? But, I knew The Voice, always had many unusual ideas of his own and he spoke suddenly, “Back into the corner by the. ” I went to my drawers and pulled out my slutty outfit. Short black dress, black thigh high stockings, thong and black spiked shoes. No bra because I don’t need one, my tits stand up well without. I had a large vodka on the rocks and smoked a joint while I waited for Carol. Carol rang the door bell and I went down. She was dressed like me. We got to the movie house, went into the lobby and the guy behind the counter sold us the tickets and we went upstairs. To get in you have to move a curtain.