.. or thinking it ... since I could think.Reflections in a plate glass window? Who da fuck is that? Walking past a big mirror? Who da fuck is that? Oh... sure I knew ... I was still surprised. The reflection wasn’t anybody I wanted to know. That guy was the total opposite of how I pictured myself.But ... the first time I saw new myself reflected in a still pond? I meant it.Who da fuck is that?I mean ... I knew I was big now ... but I wasn’t prepared for six foot eight. Aren’t Indians short? The. "It's okay. You're really funny." Thanks," I said smiling. "What can I do for you?" Can I ask you a question?" Shoot." It's about boys."I shrugged and said, "That's what this class is about." Why don't boys like me?" she asked.I smiled thinking it was a joke, but she seemed serious so I dropped the expression."Why do you think that?" I replied."I'm never asked out or anything."I struggled to believe that was true. I thought I'd seen her flirting with different boys. Was I mistaken? Had I. That includes you.’ ‘Who’s fucking you now, Ada?’ Pete had come a long way from the subservient driver who had transported Ada from Indiana to Colorado nearly twenty years earlier. ‘I said, who’s doing you now, Ada? I know your character. I know you must have a lover. And I know your new husband is a complete dud in that department. Everyone knows that.’ ‘I won’t stand here and listen to this,’ Ada hissed. ‘I’m going back to my husband. Or perhaps I should go back and sit by your wife and get. Then, at the foot of my bed, a dark mist formed, growing and coalescing as I lay mesmerized before it. Then it took form! It was a demon. Dark red in color, with ram horns and glowing black eyes. (Glowing black eyes? How could this be?) It crawled onto the bed and grabbed my legs with its razor-sharp claws, spreading them wide. As he rose up over me, I gasped as I beheld an erect cock bigger than that of any man I’ve been with. My cunt began throbbing uncontrollably in its desperate feminine.