When I came back into the living room, Julie was still sitting near the fireplace crying and shivering from cold.“Julie, I have to get you out of th...ose wet clothes and warm you up,” I told her.“No,” she wailed between sobs,”let me die.”“That’s fine for you,” I said, “but what about your baby? Are you willing to let it die too?” This brought more sobs, wailing, and crying from her.“My baby, my poor unborn baby.”I approached her and helped her to stand up, and then pulled the wet nightgown over. " Again, I am sure you know this, there is a guy in my life name Ron.Ron wants me to be his girlfriend, and I am leaning that way. Butnot sure if I should commit. What should I do?" Why are you hesitant to commit?" I am not sure that I am ready for a romantic relationship. I am notopposed to be romantically involved, just not sure if this is thetime."Thomas without hesitation, "Look I cannot tell you what to do, Thisis a decision you have to make on your own. On one hand, you areright to. ”“Sorry but I‘m kind of tied up with a family thing. How about tomorrow?”“Sure, just give me call.” I hung up feeling disappointed. I wanted to spend some time with her and more to the point I wanted to fuck her.I sat there for a minute thinking that over. I had been getting laid almost non-stop since the morning I woke up as Emily and it seemed that the more I got the more I wanted. I would cum and feel that warmth of satisfaction but after a short time I wanted it again. As a male I was horny. That wouldn't work in a heavily built up urban area, too cost intensive.These route drivers were all independent, owning their own delivery territories, often passing them down to other members of their families, or even selling them outright to another would be route operator. For years, this method of commerce had been unworkable throughout most of America. Somehow, in that part of the South, it had managed to hang on and function quite well. It was a throwback to another era, but it was.