Excerpt from a Romance Novel: How did you know? Written by: Mitch (That's ME you little freaks!) Date
Added: 07/23/03 Then
in came Heather with her hair shining like some bird on fire. With her ample
bosom glistening like that of a dead fish, but with less than half the stench. I
walked over to her, much in the fashion of an insane hatchet murderer, and I
said, “Heather, why have you turned your back on me? After all I have done for
you, to you, to a picture of you, and with you? Please just tell me!” Well she
threw back her hair, way past where it should of gone because it went flying
across the room, detaching from her head. Standing there shocked, she did yet
another off-the-cuff visionary feat right before my bulging eyes. She lowered
her lacey panties, those special ones I bought for her not so long ago, and a
great big surprise dropped out. I was in awe, not being able to utter a single
correctly articulated word; I tried to ask, “Why haven’t you answered my
question yet?” Well upon that apparently obscure query, her complacent
attitude changed in a jiffy. She got all her articles of wear on and stormed out
saying, “Well, if your incandescent brain can't figure it out, I don’t know
what I am doing here, and I am never coming back!” Well it seemed she was gone
from my life forevermore, and I had a good cry with my buddies about it. When I
told them all the details they informed me she was a man. This came as a
complete surprise to me. The guys asked how could that possibly be, because I
had already scored with her, to their knowledge. I never had any problems, or
complications in the hot lovemaking we always embarked upon. Never did I notice
a thing, except for a really sore ass the morning after.
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