To make the money I needed to fuel the "family machine" I worked long hours and as a result saw less and less of the family that I was taking care of.... With the third child a larger house was needed which meant a larger mortgage and the need to make more money. With the new house came all the expenses of a new house like drapes, blinds, furniture for additional rooms, landscaping and a whole host of other things. This of course meant more hours at work to earn the necessary raises to cover the. He did some calculating on his machine and told me that it would be nearly 150 dollars to fix it. I nearly passed out, having only 25 dollars in my wallet. I told him that all I had was the 25 and he kinda smiled and told me that if I could do a few things around the shop that we could call it even. I happily agreed and he led me to a room in the back with a beat up old sofa and a bunch of boxes and car parts. He put hand on my shoulder and reached around with his other hand and placed it on my. My hair was teased a bit and I had on several coats of mascara and red lipstick and looked a little trampy that day, just for Ricky. And he noticed. When we got to my house I invited him in and to my delight he accepted my invitation! We had a cold beer or two and he pulled out a joint that we passed between us and we had a nice long talk. He was curious about my orientation so I explained I was transgendered and he seemed pretty cool about it all and he asked a lot of questions. . The rest of thehouse was dark. Marcia had the TV on. We could see theglow through the slightly ajar bedroom door. The dialogwas more grunting than voice. As we drew closer asteady buzz gave Marcia away. She was masturbating withher Hitachi and watching porn! Fucking excellent!Fantasy was about to become reality.“Let’s just peek a bit”; said Ronnie. “Let’s find outwhat the fuck du-jour is and maybe we’ll do that scenefor her.”“Fuck yes” was.