"Help, somebody call the... Sheriff! Sheriff, come quick she's not moving." Ford dropped her collection box and the four of us, guns out, ran across t...he street. A young woman was ushering a small boy out the front door. If he was her son then he was close to having a baby brother or sister to play with. She bustled the boy out to the car and the two of them got in. He in the back seat; she in the passenger side front. That meant there was at least one more civilian in that building.The real. Elisha had always imagined herself as being like other women, with a vagina. With a boyfriend who was masculine. But, at the end of the day, Elisha had a penis, and she wasn't totally opposed to keeping her dick. Provided that she met a guy who genuinely liked it. If she felt that her man could accept her like this, then she could too. And so, Elisha imagined what it would be like, if she started to embrace her dick. To embrace it as a part of her, to play with it. It had been a long time since. Banks gave me her home number in case I needed to talk to her.I smiled at that as I thought it might mean I could talk to Chrissometime. As for Chris himself we said goodbye and I gave him a kiss onthe cheek and then I was off.Chapter 2: Family and FriendsOn the ride home in the limo I really didn't speak much, I just stared outthe window the whole way. The family chatted about what it was going to belike to finally be home. I listened and tried to give an occasionalanswer. After about half an. Slightly excited and more than a little bit curious, she opened the first tab. At an outdoor table sat a man with tan skin, long, black, slightly wavy hair with prominent gray streaks, and a fantastic smile seated among a scruff of grey beard, his eyes squinting in the sun. He looked older, maybe in his late 40s—at least 15 years her senior, but handsome. In the next photo, he appeared in a pool, his head and shoulders above the water. The shimmer of the water accentuated the muscles of his.