Mrs. Feyla's dressing table. I use it to brush out my hair andthen return to the mirror.Wow...My brain teeters on the edge of insanity. Am I Marshall?... Or am I Kelly?Am I a man... or a woman?I look around the room, feeling panicky and adrift. Why did Morgen haveto be away, right when I'm in the middle of this crisis? And Mr. Feyla?Why couldn't he be here? This is his bedroom after all.I could use a hug.But there's nothing I can do but hug myself while staring in the mirror,trying to decide if. We just stayed the best of friends and we loved each other. So yeah, it hurt him when he found out that I had a girlfriend, someone who meant more to me than what he did. I think deep down inside, I think he may have thought that one day he could be with me. I don’t know. I just got that feeling with him. Whatever, it was really sad for him the day he found out about me and Karina.I’d only been with my bird for a couple of months when I told her about how Gavin felt about me and how close we. Unscrewed the 40 watt bulb so it would never flick on and threw an old piece of carpet on the floor for quiet and marveled at my work! Even walked around in circles to reveal any squeaks. None! And had a raging hard-on from the ideas running through my mind.Next day I even had water and a snack for what I thought might be a long vigil. I went around the back of the building, parked discreetly and casually entered the back way. Made my way silently into my renovated store room, closed the newly. " Do you want a fuck or not?" Sandra asked slightly drunkenly, although she only had four two litre bottles of Tesco value brand Cider all night.while Me and Al had stuck to the Stella version called 'Cidre.' The French never was no good at spelling."No ta," Al said."Not you, that cunt," I said motioning towards Desmond."What's going on!" Lionel asks as he comes down stairs, maybe the corset and black stockings wasn't too bright as a wardrobe choice as his prick was making a tent pole for his.