Tabatha - Part I free porn video

Tabatha I don't know how I got here. I mean, I do know, but I never could have imagined it for a minute. How did I let this happen? How could I have been so stupid? What's wrong with me? I want to cry. But, after a quivering lip and some salty tears puddling in my eyes, I choke it all back. 'What a sissy,' I think to myself. 'What a little girl.' Here I am standing around outside on the street, smoking a cigarette late at night. It's cold. Too cold. I'm shivering. I'm not exactly dressed for the cold. I'm not really a smoker but, the warm feeling in my lungs is about the only warmth I feel right now. Besides, it gives me something to do. Something to keep my mind occupied while I stand around and wait. So I take deep drags off the bitter sweet tasting thing. With each drag the lipstick coating builds on the filter.?Seeing the lipstick still feels odd to me and foreign. My feet are really starting to hurt. I feel the low creeping pain from the tips of my toes to my calves. They are tight. I'm still not used to wearing heels. Particularly not the very high heels of these cheap shiny ankle-high 'fuck me' boots. I'd take them off if I could, but I don't have the key. The sheer black stockings do almost nothing to keep my legs warm. When the cold breeze blows I feel the goose bumps, and I can tell my legs are getting red and chapped. Although tight, my dress also does very little to keep me warm. The dress starts at my chest and stops just at the round of my ass. No matter how many times I tug on it, it never quite covers my cheeks. I keep tugging on it none the less. It doesn't get any longer. My stomach is full of butterflies.? 'This sucks', I decided. 'I'm all mixed up.?I'm nervous. I'm scared. I'm pissed off and yet I'm excited. I'm as horny as I've ever been. I'm living out a fantasy. The anticipation has my stomach in knots. I think if it wasn't for sucking on the cigarette, I'd have thrown up by now. Not that there is anything in my stomach. I'm not exactly eating much these days as Pam has me on a strict diet. There is a truck creeping slowly towards me. Is this what I'm waiting for? Wow, this ride is hot. It's a silver Hummer. I've never been up close to a Hummer before. This thing is powerful, yet the engine is so finely tuned you can barely hear it. The windows are all tinted black just like a limo. Like someone very important is on board. The truck stops and the passenger side window comes down. I looked over with my heart pounding. My hand can barely hold the cigarette still as I take one last drag before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out. I'm shaking. I feel very weak. Despite the cold and the exposure, I feel sweat beading up under my arms. A man in the truck tilts his head and looks my way. I take a couple of steps over to the truck. He asks, "Are you Tabatha?" I didn't reply. I couldn't speak if I wanted to. Besides, I still think my voice would betray me. I open the passenger side door and stepped in. *** How far should I go back? A couple of years ago. When I was thirteen? How about when I was ten? I grew up the youngest of five with four older sisters. My mom worked hard to support us as we had no father around since I was six. Same old story as many other people since the sixties sexual and moral revolution. I'm sure you've heard this all before, so I won't bore you with the details of the events or my feelings. But there were two things relevant at this age. The first was my sisters and I broke into an old locked case I found in the basement. It turned out that it was my dad's. To our shock we found some items, one of which my sister said was a vibrator. And, we found some movies. You could make out that it was a dirty movie by holding the film up to the light.? So of course we got out the projector and played the movies. I don't remember much of the movie now. I remember the theme was supposed to be average couples having sex in their bedrooms. I'm sure the people were professionals (or at least amateurs). I really didn't know what sex was at the time. The term "humping" was thrown around in the school yard, but I didn't really know what it meant. I couldn't picture anything. But, with these movies, that all changed. There right in front of me were men and women, humping. So I went from not being able to picture anything, to watching a woman give her lover a blow job, to a man putting his penis in a woman's ass and fucking the shit out of her. One of my sisters, Elizabeth, objected to me watching such filth. She was the oldest, most responsible, and the kindest to me. However, my other sisters objected to her objections. Particularly Laura, who was a bit of a maniacal tom-boy and who always had it in for me. The thing that was so significant from this event, more than anything else, is how I identified with the movie. I was still very young and, although I was a boy, I identified with the women in the movie. I don't know why. Maybe because my family were all women or maybe because I was so small, skinny and weak. ?Maybe because my penis was so small and nothing like the huge men in the pictures or maybe because I couldn't picture myself as a full gown man. For some reason, the men dominated the women, and I could identify with being dominated in the same way. Regardless of the reason, that's how I felt and that moment shaped my sleeping dreams and my waking fantasies from then on. *** I don't know when puberty first hit. But, when I was thirteen, there was no mistaking that it was full on. I had dreams of a sexual nature long before then. They probably started after watching those dirty movies. I had dreams of having a really long huge penis. I had dreams of having two dicks. I had dreams where I was in the basement, and someone had trapped me in a machine. My restraints and the machine differed from dream to dream. But, I distinctly remember being strapped in the standing position, and a machine slowly masturbating me, while I stood there helplessly. In another dream, a man had me on my stomach and had run his large penis into my ass and it was so large (and defiant of reality) that the head of his penis ran up my throat in out of my mouth. Where do such absurd and twisted dreams come from? It was my daytime fantasies that got me in trouble, though. My two oldest sisters had graduated from high school and had moved out of the house. My other sisters were at that age where their social life and their friends were much more important than their family. Since mom worked all the time, there was no one to make sure everyone was home, doing their homework, and other family stuff. So there was me, home alone as a skinny thirteen year old. I was slightly smaller than average height but, I had some good friends and had really taken to playing sports. I knew I had the knack for sports, but I was simply too skinny and smaller than most of the guys. I knew if I was going to get better, and gain the respect of my friends who were bigger, stronger, and better athletes, I was going to have to work really hard. So, after school I took to working out. My mom got me a bench and some weights for Christmas. I'd go into the spare room that my two older sisters used to occupy, and work out. I'd lift, do push ups and sit ups for as long as I could take it. Afterwards I would sneak into my sister's bedroom to use their full length mirror to check on my progress. I'd strip down to my tighty-whites and flex my tiny muscles. It was pathetic sight but luckily no one was watching.? After working out I'd go into the bathroom to masturbate. Then get something to eat and watch TV. Their room was always a mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere. Girl's underwear, tights, dresses, leggings, and other girlie stuff lay on the floor, on the beds, and on every surface in the room. Growing up with four sisters, this was typical and was nothing I'd ever noticed before. However, this one time when I went into the room to check myself out in the mirror, it struck me that although I'd made progress and my muscles were getting tone, I was still a bit of a sissy looking boy. My chest and legs were still hairless. There was no sign of shaving my face any time soon while my waist, arms, legs, and neck were slight and delicate looking. My wrists and ankles simply looked fragile. 'Surely,' I thought, 'my sister's clothes would fit me. What would I look like dressed up as a girl?' I got all warm inside and nervous. I was all shaky and my muscles suddenly felt very weak. I was really going to do this! I was going to see what I would look like in my sister's clothes. I rummaged around on the floor and found a pair of very shiny stirrup tights. With a little more rummaging and I found some pink floral panties. I found Jennifer's cheerleading outfit, and some leg warmers. I gathered all of my sister's clothes together and ran into the bathroom where I could lock the door. Although I hadn't worn these before, I decided it wasn't rocket science. In no time at all I had put on the flowery panties and pulled my sister's tights over my skinny hairless legs. My heart was pounding harder than ever. Not to mention that I was now contending with my dick standing as straight and hard as it could so that it was pressing against the panties and tights. I don't think I had ever been as hard before as I was at that moment. My legs felt so good. The feeling of the tight Lycra against my skin was wonderful. Fabric was pressing against every inch of my butt, thighs, calves, and ankles, and I instantly loved it! Then I put on the skirt. Although I loved the idea of wearing the skirt, it didn't give me the same sensation as the tights. In fact, the skirt obstructed my view of my legs and blocked the view of my hard on. Then, I pulled the cheerleader's shirt over my head. The shirt was stretchy and tight. The sleeves only ran down two-thirds of the way, exposing my skinny wrists. The shirt stopped at my ribs, exposing my stomach and bellybutton. I tried to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, but it was frustrating trying to get a full body view in such a tiny mirror mounted high up on the wall. So I stood real still and listened carefully to see if anyone had come home. Usually, no one would be home for hours. But my sisters could be unpredictable at times. There wasn't a sound. So I cracked open the bathroom door and peaked out. No one in sight, and still not a sound. I yelled, "Hello." No one responded. So I scampered quickly over to my sister's room, hoping no one was in the house, and that no one outside would catch a glimpse of me. I now felt the redeeming quality of the skirt. Running over to my sister's room, I felt the fabric of the skirt rubbing against my tights. It felt great and every step was a reminder that my tights were there. Also, there was a nice contrast in temperature. My crotch was much warmer than my legs. I could feel a nice breeze cooling my warm crotch as my skirt lifted when I ran to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me and quickly pulled down the shades for every window. This was a nerve racking moment because I had to stand directly in front of each window in order to draw the shades. I could only pray that none of my neighbors saw me. However, my neighborhood is full of nosy old people who have nothing better to do. Even with the shades down, they were so tattered that it might have been possible for someone directly outside to see in. However, I had to assume no one was standing directly outside. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was my reflection in the full length mirror. Me wearing girl's tights, leg warmers, and a cheerleader's skirt. I couldn't believe it but I looked girlish. No, not just girlish, but like a girl. I had wondered why the tights were so shiny as I looked at them on the floor. No I knew why. The shiny tights instantly grabbed my attention and drew my eyes to my legs. They looked so sleek, so smooth, so tight, so slender, and so feminine.? I loved how my flat stomach and bellybutton looked between my skirt and my shirt. I loved how the short arms on the tight shirt were unmistakably girly.? I kept lifting my skirt to check out my butt, my thighs, and my penis. The hormones running through my body were like a drug. I can only imagine that heroin or crack must feel something like the rush I felt at that moment. And had turned my mind to mush, made me make careless decisions with abandon, and driven me on for a greater rush. I wanted to look more girly and I wanted to be more girly at that moment. I rifled around in my sister's drawers looking for some makeup. I found some lipstick, some eye shadow, blush, mascara, and a black pencil for the eyes. I'd never worm makeup before, but I'd seen my mom and my sisters do it so many times so I at least had an idea of where everything went and how to apply it. Well, it was very difficult to do it for the first time, and especially in the frantic rush I was in now. I stoked the glittery soft green eye shadow over my eyelids. Then I run the goopy black mascara across my eyelashes. I tried to pencil my eyes, but this part was hard and I could only get it to stick in a few places. I blushed my cheeks and put lipstick on my lips. The big reveal was to look in the mirror. Yes, I looked much more like a real girl. But, I did such a sloppy job with the makeup that I looked more like a two-bit whore, than a high school cheerleader. Not that a person can't be both... I started to rub my penis though my tights and panties. It had gone soft during the makeup, but I could feel it growing once more. My penis was making it way up against the constraint of the tights and getting rock hard again. Don't get me wrong, my dick was real small at the time and was maybe three to four inches when hard. But when it got hard, it got hard. I couldn't take it any longer. I ran to the bathroom, not looking to see if anyone had come home for some Vaseline. I pulled down my tights and panties, took out the jar of jelly and scooped some out. I smeared it all over my hard penis, and went at it. I must have been slow to mature, because at his point climaxing meant getting this uncontrollable and unbearable shiver, but no cum. That's when I knew I was done. My penis would be so sensitive, I couldn't even touch it for minutes afterwards. The advantage was, other than the unwashable petroleum jelly, there was no mess to clean up. So, from then on my after-school routine had a new twist... *** Reluctantly, I watched a few porn videos with some of my friends. I didn't like the idea of getting aroused in front of them. ?But, they seemed to think nothing of it, and I was really curious. There were a few that stuck in my head. And, with each one, the realm of possibilities for my fantasies grew. There was "Taboo II", where this hot young dude worked his way in with his younger, big breasted, hot and reluctant sister. Of course I identified with the reluctant sister. Then there was "Barnyard Buddies" were chicks did awful things with farm animals. More than anything, this one built on my prior dreams about unbelievably large dicks. And, also of being dominated, even if it was by an animal. Then there was this foreign movie, where right in the middle of it these two guys start going at it. I had never seen anything like these films before, and I never imagined I would. Although I felt some degree of disgust watching these acts, each one made me hornier, and each one made me fantasize about things I never even thought about before. Now I wanted to be taken by an older friend, or made to get on all fours and be mounted by an animal driven to sexual desire. I imagined a dog getting into a knot and not being able to pull out afterwards. I imagined him sinking his teeth into the back of my neck, not enough to draw blood, but enough to let me know who was boss. I imagined my feet my head and being pinned down with my head between my knees. I imagined wearing all kinds of sluttish clothes. High heels. Shiny tight leather boots that went up and over my thighs. Very high heels. I imagined being shaved from head to toe: my legs, my head, my balls, my eyebrows and all. Then there was "Pulp Fiction". Now I wanted to be a gimp. Wearing a tight leather mask. Something shoved in my mouth that stretched it to its limits. Zipped so I can't speak. Wearing tight leather, or sometimes tight rubber suits. Some suits were like tights that let me walk around, but all of my upper body was constrained. Some had zippers that could give someone access to my dick, my nipples, or my ass. I saw a butt plug in a movie and I wanted one strapped on and locked in. I wanted a chastity belt of sort. One that would force me to pee upward. Another that would tuck and hide my penis. I wanted to do yoga or stretch so I could suck my own dick. I wanted to taste my own semen. I dreamed of being forced to suck off another man, hating every moment of it, but having no choice. I dreamed of some woman holding my head as some guy spewed on my face. Then, she would use her finger to scoop up every last bit and place it in my mouth. I dreamed of being kidnapped by some woman who no longer wanted to please her big farmer husband. I would dress up as a sexy maid, do all of the chores around the house, then learn to please him, while she sat up in bed right next to us reading her book. With nowhere to run to for 100 miles in any direction. I dreamed of being a rubber drone, with my mouth exposed but the rest of me in a shiny, tight latex suit. A rubber drone whose mind is all there, but not in control of my actions. I dreamed of being a mannequin in a store that sold S&M clothes. Sometimes I'd stand there for hours willingly, other times I'm forced into some bondage suit - a sleeping bag, maybe. I dreamed of being a mannequin in a lingerie store. I dreamed of being held in a stable on a farm, and turned slowly into a horse-boy.? I dreamed of being sent off to juvenile detention, to a place that punishes unruly boys by teaching them to be mousy little obedient girls. A sex slave. I dreamed of dressing up as a slut for Halloween, only to find myself drugged, cornered and gang banged. My friends are shocked when they see me stumble over to them with my clothes ripped, my skirt hiked up, my thong around my ankles, and with cum all over my face. Again, conscious enough to know what is going on, but not able to fight or control anything. Now how do I explain that I'm straight? That when actually standing next to a guy I'm disgusted by the thought of having sex, or kissing, or touching. These are dreams that get me going, but nothing I actually want to come true. And, although my own wind wouldn't know it during the build up of each fantasy, while dressing up in girly clothes, while dreaming of these events taking pace, or while beating off, I would never want anything like these fantasies to actually take place. That is why my current predicament is so terrible. *** Lucky for me and my little after-school hobby, my sisters liked clothes and bought lots of them. Every paycheck went on clothes, shoes, more clothes, and more shoes. I could steal panties, tights, or even entire outfits, and they never knew. But, I didn't need to steal them, just borrow them. My sisters were very different. Jennifer went to Catholic school, played field hockey, and was a cheerleader for the football team. The other, Sarah, went to public school. She was a troublemaker and didn't dress in a way my mom approved, but she was far too busy to check up on her or discipline her. Between the two of them I had a treasure trove to work with. I was turning out to be cute, very cute. I had beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, long legs, cute butt, small hands and toned muscles, just a little skinnier than a swimmer's build. I got the hang of makeup. I didn't know how to be subtle about it, but I could put it on as a convincing vixen. I looked good in all kinds of tights: spandex, shear, cotton, wool with stripes, and silk. My sisters were a bit older and definitely sexually active. I was starting to find quite a selection of lingerie. Teddies, sexy stockings and lacy bras. My favorites were my sister's corsets. She had several, but I liked three in particular. One was all white, very lacy, tied in the back. I would wear it with her matching white shear thigh high stockings, attached tightly to the dangling garters, and white shear gloves that stretched all the way up my arms to my toned sleek biceps.?When I wore this outfit I dreamed that I had been married off and it was the honeymoon. There was a flaming red corset and outfit that matched exactly. However, when I wore this one I felt very devious. My favorite was the black leather corset, with latex thigh high stockings, and latex gloves. The leather corset could be laced up real tight, even tighter than the other two (which were real tight as well). When wearing this corset, breathing was difficult so I had to learn to relax and be satisfied with my shallow little breaths.?I wasn't hungry when I wore this corset. Even if I were hungry, I don't imagine I could get anything down into my stomach. There just wasn't any room. I loved the way the corsets made my figure look feminine. All of a sudden I had a super delicate looking waist and curves to match. There was just no way to look like a boy in these clothes. I'd also wear these calf-high leather boots that had laces that matched the corset. After putting on lots of dark mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick, I'd find my favorite part ? the mask. I'd never worn a mask before. It was a leather mask, was very tight and it zipped up the back. There was a little ring for a lock. The face was like that of catwoman, I think. It was definitely feline. The cheeks were sunken, which forced the face to be more feminine, and your mouth to pout out of the mouth hole. I couldn't believe Jennifer wore this stuff. I realized that she was dating the captain of the soccer team, and that they had probably done it. But this was beyond "doing it". But I couldn't exactly tell Mom because I loved every minute of wearing it. I even sometimes fantasized about her boyfriend coming over unannounced, and mistaking me for my sister. He would get excited. Strip down. I didn't need to imagine his body. I'd seen him at the beach. He was buff. I imagined him not saying a word. Just throwing me on the bed, kissing me and rubbing me all over. In some versions he guides my mouth to his cock and I take him in my mouth. In other versions of my dream he turns me over and pounds me in the ass for an hour. When it is all done, he falls asleep lying on top of me. I'm panicked because I'm afraid my sister will come home and find us. And, I don't want him to wake up and realize his mistake. Somehow I wiggle out of there while he is still sleeping and wash up. I'd never felt that way when he was in the room or near me. Only in my dreams. I'd taken to acting slutty and?the capstone of every outfit were the shoes. I loved prancing around in high heels. Strapless shoes, ankle high fuck me boots, slutty calf-high leather boots, and this one pair of furry thigh-high boots I particularly loved. The boots made my calves look feminine. My calf muscles would tighten as if I was flexing them for the mirror. The tight skirts and the boots forced me to walk a certain way. It was a sort of sultry strut with one leg swinging in front of the other. Short steps. With lots of ass wiggle. I tried talking femininely. It wasn't pretty, but I thought I could get away with it if I had too. I would make phone calls to stores to ask them if they had this or that in stock. Or I'd ask them what their hours were, or how to get there.?It was all done in my sultry smoky feminine voice. I began acting out my fantasies. I'd talk dirty. Beg to be fucked. Pretend to be teasing or flirting with a man. I'd lick my lips, or suck on my finger. I started licking lollypops and popsicles in a suggestive way. Pretending they were really dicks. I would get all dolled up, lay on the thick carpet, stare into the mirror, and suck away. I'd talk dirty to the popsicle, as if there was a boy on the other end. And, it wasn't long before I started simulating anal sex. It all started with my wet finger. But, after seeing enough porn movies, I knew if a woman can take these big men on, I could do more than my finger. My fantasy drove me to bigger and bigger things. After my finger was a hotdog. Then the popsicles. It hurt. There was pain, discomfort, fear, and some blood. I was always sore after. But in my mind I had seen these women take in the huge dicks, and I knew I should be able to do the same. The biggest thing I was able to take in was a medium sized sausage. Then one day I found these old plastic bowling pins from a kid's bowling set. They were smooth and larger than anything I had done before. But, my fantasies drove me with desire. With the sausage I had conquered deep, with the bowling pin I would conquer fat. I had to dress up as a slut and give it a try. I'd learned that petroleum jelly worked much better than my saliva at this point. I dressed in my sister's devious hot red corset and matching stockings. Then I found the tallest heels in her closet. I lubed up the pin, and then I lubed my hole, which I had started to refer to as my "pussy" or "cunt". The top of the pin was round and wide. Much wider than anything that I'd taken before with my pussy. It was difficult to even get it started. Despite all of the lube, the head of the pin would just slide around my ass, not coming close to finding its way in. I just couldn't get very good leverage. I figured if I placed the pin in the pin holder than came with the toy, I would have both of my hands free to guide the pin and stretch my cunt. I put the whole assembly up on the bed, and with my heels stepped onto the bed too. I was staring at the window, thankfully the tattered shade was down and the window faced my back yard. Plenty of privacy. Regardless, I was so worked up, this was the furthest thing from my mind. I had abandoned sense much earlier. Hence, running around the house naked looking for something fat to stick up my ass. "Oh baby, you're so big!" I said. "I want you so bad." "Give it to me." "Fuck me!" "Ahhhhhh", and after some time the head of the pin began to stretch the lips of my ass. It was painful. I could only go down a little bit. Then, I had to dismount. I rested a bit, but once the pain died down to a dull thud, I would get aroused by my progress and try for more. "Baby needs you inside her." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, eeeh", and it was in again. Stretching more and more after each break and push to try again. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the fattest part of the head slid in, and my pussy lips began to close around the thin neck of the bowling pin. I removed the pin from the holder, flopped on the bed, and exhaled with the bowling pin impaled my cunt. I just lay there, sweaty and tired, dressed in my sisters sexiest red lingerie. The pin was up my ass, my pussy felt the relief of closing around the thinner neck section, and I relished in my accomplishment. My penis started off hard as a rock, but now was flaccid and unnoticeable. I knew I was going to have to work at getting the pin out. And, it wasn't going to be easy. For now I needed rest. *** I've never felt any better. My sex life, although be it by myself, was active. I had new and exciting things to do. Lots of sexier outfits. I could be a street whore or a Catholic school girl. A lady of the town or a cheerleader. Then there were all of the long role playing scenes. Blow jobs. Anal sex. And, I had collected a couple of movies. I was getting more buff by the day. A little more muscle mass, but mostly tone. I was cut. Six pack stomach from all of those sit ups (dressed as a whore). Tiny pecks that filled out my sisters bras a little. They particularly look good when pushed up by the corset to form a little cleavage. My legs where hot! My butt had become more muscular and more defined from all of the squats I'd do (dressed in high heels). One day after school I got all dolled up. I was wearing a pink body stocking one of my sisters must have just purchased. It was hot. And, since we were similar in size, I wouldn't stretch it out any more than she. I'd pierced both of my ears, telling some story of how I wanted an earring, but didn't want to propagate any stereotypes. So, my little contribution to diversity would be wearing one earring, but alternating which ear. But, when I was home alone, I'd find the most sparkling, or most dangling earrings and put them in both ears. I was looking hot and very fuckable. When there was a knock at the door. My heart stopped. Who was it? I wasn't expecting anyone. Did they hear me? Worse yet, did the see me when I just walked down the hall to the bathroom? Maybe if I stood real still they'd go away. Bang, bang, bang. They sounded persistent. I was panicked. I looked out the window and saw it was the UPS guy. He looked impatient. I started putting on some clothes. There was no turning back. I was already looking like a girl. I just had to complete the outfit and look half-decent. I put on the first skirt I saw. Unfortunate because it was a short, tight little number. Then I put on my sister's sweater, which was big and floppy around the neck, but tight and fuzzy everywhere else. There wasn't time for shoes so I ran down the hall to the front door. He started banging again. I collected myself, assured that he would never know I was really a boy, and opened the door. "Are you the woman of the house?" he asked. I thought I could get this over with quickly without having to speak. No such luck. "Yes," I said trying to sound girly. "Tabatha?" he questioned. 'Who?' I thought to myself. "My name is Tatum." 'Who is Tabatha? I think my mom watched one too many soap operas. That's where I got my funny name. But who is Tabatha?' The UPS guy smiled and said, "This is really weird because this package is addressed to 'The lady of the house, Tabatha. It has your address." "Yes, that's me," I said. He smiled again. What is he smiling at? Does he know? Can he see right through me? Is my voice way off? I'm standing there in a tight pink skirt, with a white foo-foo sweater, and pink silky stocking covering my arms, legs, and feet. Does he think I'm a girl, or does he know I'm a boy? He went on, "I've been to your house before, but I don't think I've ever seen you, Tabatha." "Ummmmmm, well," I replied. He said, "OK beautiful, just sign here and the package is yours." He touched my hand and gave me his pen. I tingled when his strong hand touched mine. I signed for the package and looked up. He was staring right into my eyes. He said, "I really think I would remember a beautiful girl like you on my route. Well, for now on I will look forward to deliveries for Tabatha." He turned and walked away. I shut the door and exhaled for the first time. Oh my god was that close... Shit, how could I be so stupid? Why didn't I pretend I wasn't home? After a moments pause, I realized I still?had this strange package in my arms. I opened up the box, to find another box with a note. Which do I open first? I opened the note. "I know what you do when you are alone, sweetie," the note read. Warmth rushed through my whole body. I was dizzy and hot and could have fainted. Shit, shit, shit! Who knows what I do? What do they know? Shit! Was it the UPS guy? He sure seemed to know something? Who was he? Shit! Fuck! Was it someone else? Was it a joke? Wait, maybe it wasn't for me? The note went on, "What is in the box is just a beginning of many new things to come. Don't lose it our else you are going to be in big trouble... Love, your secret admirer." Fuck! Shit! Shit! My heart was pounding. I got a tear in my eye, and start to weep. Shit! But, I know I need to open the box. What is it? What things to come? And, with whom? Why? All these questions. I opened the box. Inside another colorful box reads, 'The Intruder'. What? I pull out the box to see what looks to be a dildo. I drop it, flop on the couch and begin to cry. Unfortunately for me there is no time for crying because my sister and her friends just pulled up in the driveway. Here I am wearing her clothes, scared like a little girl, with mascara running down my blushed cheeks, holding a dildo none-the-less. ? To be continued...