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Married to the Mob. CBA Timothy was a very competitive and determined fella. He had high hopes and dreams, and he was willing to do just about anything to get what he wanted, anything to get his way. Timothy never learned to live by the motto - to quit while ahead. Now you read the above paragraph, and think maybe Timothy has a character flaw? But the reality is that these traits had severed Timothy very very well in life. Timothy had a successful job in realty. He sold homes, apartments, condos with gusto, and this got him into selling multi million dollar parcels of property. Even if he had only ever made the usual 5% on commissions Timothy would have made a fortune. But Timothy was often pulling in commissions much higher than that - because Timothy was willing to sell property for individuals, big business or government. Anyone who wanted to buy and sell land, they would often seek Timothy out to work with them, and he always closed very quickly. He was in high demand. Timothy also had a very lovely girlfriend called Tricia. She modelled for print and runway, and she was a warm and intelligent lady. They also had something else in common, and it was their willingness to participate in kinky shit, they got off on the dares and bets against each other. For example Tricia liked to get Timothy, to cross dress at every opportunity available. As a result Timothy had dressed en femme every halloween, and several stay at home vacations since they had started dating. Tricia in particular liked watching other men try to pickup Timothy, or watching Timothy make passes and get unsuspecting men all horned up. It turned her on. Timothy on the other hand liked to get Tricia to wear say a but plug out on dates, he particularly liked a remote vibrating one that he would activate at random times. Another one, was to have Tricia wear an extra short dress, but no panties, he enjoyed watching her gymnastics as she kept her pussy hidden while on their dates. Their most frantic and satisfying sex sessions always occurred after they both participated in each other's kinky desires. As a result of their continued ongoing play sessions, they had developed quite the collection of prosthetics, clothing and toys. Timothy was not an effeminate man, and he wasn't short, but when he shaved himself really well all over, put on the makeup, wore all the false body parts, and squeezed himself into the dresses.... he looked pretty freaking good. Tricia was getting wet just looking at him, thinking about what the night was going to be like. Just before they headed out, Timothy worked an 20cm jewelled plug into Tricia's ass, and they were off. They took a cab to a new club across town, they figured it best to avoid frequenting any one place as neither wanted to be recognized. They were both looking pretty hot, and Timothy in his heels was near 195cm tall, so they really stood out. The bouncer waived them both in past the lineups. They were soon handed drinks that one of the other patrons had bought them, and then they were asked to dance. Tricia loved it. The two 'girls' were on the dance floor shaking their booties when a couple gentleman approached and asked if they could join in? Tricia accepted like always, and Timothy followed along like always, and so the two gentlemen introduced themselves. There was Frankie who walked up to Timothy and Lorenzo who paired up with Tricia. Timothy was intimidated because even wearing heels he had to look up to see Frankie's face.... the guy was very tall and built like a weightlifter. Soon the two couples were getting pretty close on the dance floor. Timothy could feel Frankie's hand on his lower back, as Frankie took charge and led him around. It was the first time anyone had ever done that too him, and he didn't know how to separate without making a scene. Timothy had noticed how excited Tricia was in seeing Timothy hookup with a man like Frankie, so he kept up with the charade. Timothy was looking forward to when he and Tricia would get home tonight - oh the things they would do to each other! He wanted to get Tricia extra hot, so Timothy hit the remote for Tricia's plug, and soon she had an extra wiggle to her moves. ************************ Timothy woke up in a strange bed lying on his side, he had a strange taste in his mouth, and there was a burning sensation in his ass. And then something moved inside of him. WTF! It felt like a telephone pole was moving in and out of his butt, and then Timothy noticed the hands holding on to his hips... he was being fucked! Up his ass! Timothy was not gay, not even a little bit, he only dressed and flirted because Tricia liked him too (not that a guy needs to be gay to cross dress - just saying). When Timothy tried to pull away, one of the hands moved up to his throat and squeezed in a controlling way, and just enough that Timothy could tell that he could get strangled to death right there if he didn't settle down. The pain in Timothy's ass subsided only a bit, as his rape continued. Eventually the man behind Timothy rolled him onto his stomach, the cock still lodged deeply into his rectum, and then Timothy felt the full weight of the man on top of him, fucking him in long full strokes. It went on for what seemed like forever. Eventually Timothy noticed that all of the prosthetics had been removed. The man's hands moved to Timothy's chest and then squeeze his boy nipples, the hands then slid up his side gently, and then they took Timothy's arms and pinning them up above his head, his face pushed into the mattress. Timothy was pinned down the entire time, and unable to move out from under the man's weight and overpowering strength. It was while Timothy's ear and neck was being nibbled on that the man finally pumped his seed into Timothy's colon groaning his pleasure into Timothy's ear..... The man climbed up off of Timothy and swatted him on his butt cheek, telling him to get up, as they were going to take a shower together. It was Frankie. Timothy just wanted to curl up and cry, but he moved slowly to the edge of the bed, collected his feet under him and stood up timidly. Frankie once again put his hand onto Timothy's back, and led him towards the attached bathroom. He told Timothy to turn on the shower and select the temperature, when it was ready, Frankie gently but firmly guided Timothy under the water. Timothy was allowed to enjoy the cleansing feeling for only a bit, when Frankie started to soap up and clean Timothy's body. Frankie payed attention to nearly every nook and cranny, all except one, he told Timothy to clean his 'clit' (penis) on his own. And after Timothy had cleaned himself, Frankie then made Timothy clean Frankie's body. Timothy felt nothing but humiliation and despair as he did as he was told. He rubbed the soap over Frankie's large muscular chest, he cleaned his think powerful arms, then cleaned Frankie's back, and then moved down to Frankie's solid as a rock ass, then further down to his think powerful legs. Timothy cleaned Frankie's feet, slipping his fingers in between Frankie's toes, and then moved his way up. It was as Timothy was finishing up on Frankie's penis (he had saved the worst for last), that Frankie told Timothy to suck His dick since he was there already. Timothy had already soaped up and rinsed off the big dick, it was very large, and it was surreal to be holding another man's cock in his hands. But he opened up and took the tip into his mouth. It was clean tasting (thank god!), but the warmth and the throbbing feeling of the cock on his lips was too weird for words. And then Frankie pushed gently onto the back of Timothy's head, and so Timothy took maybe half it's length before he started gagging. Frankie let up for a moment as Timothy pulled back, but then pushed again before Timothy could get the cock out of his mouth. The pace was kept up, with the only breaks allowed so Timothy could catch his breath. It felt forever that Timothy was kneeling there moving his mouth on Frankie's cock, but it was likely only a few minutes when Frankie pushed a bit further and spent his seed into Timothy's mouth. He told Timothy to swallow every drop, or they would have to try it again. Timothy sucked on the tip for all he was worth, and collected every drop swallowing it all into his stomach. It took everything for Timothy to not throw up right then and there. Frankie held out his hand, and helped Timothy up onto his feet and then kissed him with an open mouth, Frankie's tongue invading and swirling inside of Timothy's mouth. Frankie stopped, looked Timothy in the eyes and told him to cooperate, before they had another kiss. When Timothy responded more favourably Frankie patted Timothy's ass rubbing his finger over Timothy's tender rectum - causing Timothy to utter a small groan... what was from pain, sounded like a response of pleasure. Frankie took a towel and dried Timothy's body, and then handed a towel to Timothy so he could reciprocate. Frankie then led Timothy back into the room and told him to get dressed pointing at a walk in closet. Timothy could only find women's wear, and so he selected a blue knit dress to put on. Timothy checked a dresser and all that was there was a black thong and shaping bra. There were a set of falsies there as well, but when Timothy attempted to skip them, Frankie told him that he better continue to cooperate. So Timothy slipped the falsies into the bra, and then slid the dress on over his head. A pair of black 12cm high wedge heels went onto his feet. There was some basic makeup available, so Timothy did what he could, and it was after putting on some blue lipstick that Frankie said, "Let's go," holding out his hand. Frankie led Timothy out of the room hand in hand out into a large house. When they arrived at the kitchen, Timothy saw Tricia siting at a table with Lorenzo, they were drinking coffee chatting. Frankie let Timothy go once they arrived at the table, and so Timothy sat meekly down beside Tricia. When he attempted to ask her what the hell was going on, he was told, "Teresa, girl talk can wait until later," so he held his tongue. But Tricia and Timothy shared a look - and a silent agreement - that Timothy would have to go by the name Teressa until they could gain their escape). The guys encouraged the two 'girls' to make breakfast. Timothy/Teresa worked on the eggs and bacon while Tricia made the toast and some fresh coffee. While everyone ate, Lorenzo and Frankie steered the conversation. Timothy/Teresa could only eat a few bites. After breakfast, Frankie took Timothy/Teresa out to the car, and they drove across the city and arrived at a clinic. Frankie informed Timothy/Teresa that if he made a fuss, he would likely be killed, and if he somehow got away, then it would be Tricia who would pay the price. So they walked into the clinic together hand in hand. Frankie kept ahold of either Timothy/Teresa's hand, or had his hand in Timothy/Teresa's back, controlling him the entire time. The receptionist was expecting them, and told them to go right in to see the specialist. (What specialist! Timothy/Teresa thought). When they walked into the specialists office, Timothy/Teresa thought he would finally be able to be alone, but once again Frankie was there. Even worse is the specialist and Frankie ignored Timothy/Teresa and discussed about if Timothy/Teresa would make a suitable subject for what they had planned? The specialist agreed that Timothy/Teresa would make an excellent subject, and they could start right away. WTF! Timothy/Teresa was terrified as a needle was injected into his arm and he passed out. He woke up in Frankie's bedroom very disoriented. But at least his ass wasn't on fire this time! But when he moved he felt a different burning pain. Holly fuck his balls were gone! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, his balls were gone! Teresa began to cry. He must have cried himself to sleep, as he woke up famished, and an ache still throbbing between his legs. He crawled out of bed, and went too the bathroom, he felt weak so he sat down to let his urine flow, he suddenly felt worried that he might have to do it this way whenever Frankie was around. He was certain he had lost his freedom over the last day or two, and he cried once again. After he finished, he collected a pink robe out of the closet, put it on, and made his way to the kitchen. The other three were already there, and Frankie stood up and kissed Teresa on his approach. Once again, there was plenty of tongue, and Teresa could feel whiskers against his cheeks. They ate some take out that evening, and it was after they ate, when the two 'girls' were finally allowed some time together. They both broke down crying immediately, holding each other tightly. Eventually their crying petered out, and they were able to talk. Tricia immediately apologized for getting them into the situation they were in. Teresa asked what exactly had happened, as he didn't remember a thing? Tricia informed him that they had been slipped roofies at the club, and then had gone with the guys back to the house. Since they were both out of it, they hadn't resisted, and by the time the guys started to undress them, it was too late. The guys were pretty upset over being duped, and they were not the kind of dudes who you wanted to upset, they were both members of a local mob family. In fact Frankie was likely the next in line to running the family, and he didn't want anyone to find out he had been duped by a trany. Didn't matter that Teresa wasn't actually transsexual, cause Frankie's crew wouldn't see the distinction. Tricia informed Teresa that it was decided that Teresa would have to undergo enough changes that no one would ever know that he had been born a male. It was at that point that they started crying again. The guys let the girls hold each other, and have their little talks most of the evening, and then it was time for bed.... Lorenzo led Tricia off to one bedroom, while Frankie led Teresa back to theirs. When they moved into the bedroom, Frankie had Teresa undress him till he was naked, and then Frankie undressed Teresa down to his underwear. Frankie then pushed Teresa's head down onto his cock, where he once again was chocking and gagging on its length and girth. Frankie pulled Teresa off of the dick before he nutted, and then had him bent over the mattress. Frankie pulled Teresa's thong to the side, and pushing his saliva coved cock up into the beauties ass. The burning sensation was incredible, and Teresa was soon crying out in pain and discomfort, it didn't help that he was still hurting from the removal of his balls as well. Frankie didn't last too long, before he came into Teresa's ass. They then climbed into bed together, and fell asleep spooning. Teresa was mentally and physically exhausted, and he didn't even notice the feeling of the semen dribbling out of his ass as he fell asleep The next morning, and Teresa once again woke up to a cock in his ass, he wasn't comfortable at all. And then Frankie pulled out, and lifted Teresa's legs into the air settling them onto his shoulders, before he pushed his cock once again 'balls deep' into Teresa's ass. Teresa couldn't believe he was folded in half with a 10 inch dick pistoning into his butt. He had never been more uncomfortable in his life, and then Frankie took both of his hands, and placed them strait up above his head and pinned them down onto the bed. Frankie held them there the entire time he was fucking Teresa deep, and with the other hand kept tweaking Teresa's nipples. When Frankie started to come into Teresa's ass, he kissed Teresa deep and long and invaded Teresa's mouth with his tongue. They then took a shower together, and it was a repeat of the first day, where first Frankie would clean Teresa, and then Teresa would clean Frankie. A morning shower blow job followed. Frankie was pretty pleased with things, Teresa was not, but Frankie told him to smile anyway. They dried each other off, got dressed, and then made their way to the kitchen, walking hand in hand. A long kiss, and then the girls made breakfast. Things became a bit routine, with the girls cooking, the guys steering most of the conversations, and the occasional outings. Every time they left the house, the couples would separate, so the girls never knew where the other was - just in case one or the other should try to escape the guys clutches. They knew that any attempted escape would lead to the other's demise. A couple weeks went by, when Teresa was once again taken back to the clinic. This time when he woke up, his chest was on fire, and he had a couple massive weights pushing down on him. He didn't have to wear the falsies anymore. Teresa was able to take a break from the routine as his breasts needed time to heal. It was ten or so days before he could finally wash his own hair (if Frankie ever let him wash his own hair - Frankie usually did it for him), and then the routine was back. They stuck to the oldies (missionary, or on their sides) so that Teresa's new breast didn't cause too much pain. By this time Teresa was acting like taking cock in the ass was like it was no big deal. Don't get me wrong, Teresa didn't like a cock in his ass, and he missed being able to make love to his girlfriend Tricia, but it no longer caused as much incredible pain and discomfort. About a month after the breast implants, Frankie and Teresa were back to all the positions, and the feeling of Teresa's big breasts bouncing and moving to the motions was starting to get to him. He actually enjoyed the feeling on his nipples when they touched Frankie's chest, his tits squished between them. But the swaying and bouncing ie when he was being fucked Doggy style, or when he was riding cow girl, these kinds of positions always caused Teresa mental discomfort. Teresa was back in the clinic on the sixth month anniversary of being abducted. When he woke up, his waist, face and throat was bandaged. It took weeks for the bandages to come off, a month for the bruises to fade, and six months for all the swelling to go down. It had also taken the six weeks before Teresa could start to really talk again. After, Teresa had a much thinner waist, he had a very feminine face (even without makeup), and when he attempted to talk with some volume, he no longer had a deep voice at all. He sounded like a woman completely. He was back in the clinic around the year mark.... Teresa knew there was only one possible thing left for them to do, but he let them inject him with the needle, and fell asleep. This time, he did not wake up back at the house, but instead was still in the hospital, and when he looked down between his huge tits, he could tell even through all the bandages - that he was no longer the owner of a penis. Frankie was there at the bedside waiting quietly as Teresa processed her situation. He then came to her bed and told her that she was beautiful, and that he planned to make her his wife. Though Teresa was smiling (cause it had become second nature to smile all the time whenever Frankie was around - he always demanded it) , she did not feel happy, there was only resignation and reluctant acceptance. It was several days before they took the packing out of Teresa's new vagina, and then she had to perform her first dilation. It didn't really hurt all that much, only the occasional sharp twitch (it was the nerves trying to figure themselves out - coming back awake after the trauma of the sex change surgery). Eventually Teresa was able to get out of bed and go for her first shuffling walks, and then her first sit down pee (first time where she physically had to sit down). She kept on her schedule to dilate, Frankie hardly missed any of them, as he was excited to watch the dildo like stents disappearing into her body, watched her as she would keep them in with only the occasional movement for 20-30 minutes. Frankie always told Teresa that she looked beautiful when she was filled, and Teresa always beamed him a forced smile and said thank you. They would walk the hallways together as Teresa first shuffled slowly and then as things improved, she started to pick up the pace. Then came the stairs, with Frankie watching her bottom sway just a bit more and more as she grew more comfortable and strong again. The day finally came about a week after surgery, and Frankie took Teresa home again. Teresa was wearing a tiny skirt that barely hid her panties, and they were tight up against her mons and her small camel toe pussy. Only the sanitary napkin ruining the otherwise beautiful sight (despite all the bruising and the swelling that was going to take time to go away). When Tricia saw Teresa walk through the door, Tricia couldn't help but run to Teresa, and take her into her arms, holding on tightly, tears running down their cheeks. She said very quietly "I love you, I will always love you, no matter what!" and Teresa responded with the same. Frankie left Teresa alone for maybe a week before he started demanding regular blow jobs again. Teresa didn't like it, but she had grown to be very accustomed to his cock in her mouth and the salty taste of Frankie cum shooting into her throat. Teresa was lucky (if you can call a forced sex change lucky?), but her new vagina was healing very rapidly, she had only had a small amount of discharge now and then, and very little dead skin slouched off of her new pussy. She douched regularly, and would sit around much of the day with her bottom naked. Keeping herself dry was supposed to promote more rapid healing, and all the nudity appeared to be working (Frankie demanded her to be nude most of the time). Tricia was allowed to help her out, besides nothing like the ex girlfriend seeing a pussy on her ex boyfriend, to really hit home their situation. Frankie and Lorenzo were banking on it. Over a month after the sex change when Frankie observed Teresa have a mini orgasm from the dilations and light fingering of her new labia and clit, he informed the beauty that she was going to be expected to take his cock into her pussy very soon, so she better work on her ability to take the largest sizes more effectively. Teresa was nervous, but she had already worked her way up to the largest size dilator, and it was starting to feel kinda good, she just had to continue to work on the depth and her ability to move the dilator more aggressively. To help put Frankie off, Teresa decided to voluntarily offer her asshole to him. It had been two months since SRS, when they had gone out on a date of dinner and slow dancing, Teresa looked beautiful in a full length gold coloured sequinned gown, with a slit on the inside left leg. The slit was high enough to flash the occasional front of her purple panties. Of course it was just a quick peak, but all anyone could see was a small camel toe formed under the tiny triangle of fabric from Teresa's string panty that was hugging her pussy. Teresa was perched on a pair of gold super high platform heels, legs looking super long and shapely. Tricia had helped with Teresa's makeup and hair, so she looked immaculate. Frankie's hands were all over her, she had felt him feel up her ass and tits what felt like nearly half the night. Then Frankie had dragged her into the men's bathroom and into one of the stalls.... Teresa was going to get fucked, and now.... so Teresa offered him her asshole. It was the first time Teresa had ever volunteered anything, and so Frankie decided to not reject her offer. And so soon Teresa's dress was pulled up over her hips, her string panty was pulled to the side, and then Frankie spit on her asshole and was pushing himself into her rectum. Soon Frankie was pistoning in and out, with Teresa's breasts and face pushed up into the wall of the stall. The noises of sex was echoing off the bathroom walls, the slap slap of Frankie's hips hitting Teresa's ass unmistakable. Frankie let out a low moan as he came into Teresa's colon, and Teresa was just glad it was over. As they walked out of the bathroom, and through the club, Teresa could feel the semen dripping out of her ass, the string of her panties not stopping anything, it started to run down into the crack of her ass, and then down the inside of her thigh. Frankie took Teresa home, and on the way back he pushed her mouth down onto his crotch, and so she gave him a long slow blow job. When they got home, they went strait to their bedroom, took a quick shower together, as always cleaning each other as had become their way, only this time Frankie didn't have to push Teresa down for his shower blow job, she just did it as was expected. They climbed into bed, and were fast asleep naked with Frankie spooned up behind Teresa, his cock nestled in between her butt cheeks and his hand tucked in between her big breasts. She was well accustomed to the position by now. Teresa's freely given ass kept Frankie very happy for a couple weeks, but he eventually still wanted more. So one morning about two and a half months after the Big Cut and Teresa woke up to Frankie's fingers ever so gently working her surgically created labia and the remnants of the tip of her penis - that had been fashioned into her new clitoris. Teresa had worked her new joy buzzer on her own when dilating, and it always brought her some much needed sexual comfort and joy. But having someone else do it was different, it was kinda nice actually. Frankie was also working Teresa's nipples with his other hand, he had noticed that she liked having them twisted in varying pressures, first light and gentle, and then hard and rough, and then back again. Between her nipples and her clit/labia, Teresa was getting turned on. She didn't like feeling this way with a man, especially with Frankie, but all the same she was turned on. She wondered what it would feel like to be with someone she actually cared for. After working Teresa up to a buzz, Frankie put Teresa onto her back and then his pre-lubricated cock was pushing slowly but surely into Teresa's vagina. She was starting to panic a bit, but then the tip slid in painlessly, and Frankie's chest hair was stimulating her nipples. And then Teresa was amazed to be able to get back into things. Frankie kept pushing in maybe an inch at a time, hesitating for a bit, letting Teresa realize she was ok, and then another inch, and so on. Eventually Teresa could feel Frankie's balls bump up against her butt followed shortly by Frankie's pelvis pushing Teresa's legs further apart, and then he was in all the way. Despite all the times Teresa had taken Frankie's cock into her ass, it was this moment that Teresa was going to always recall the strongest. She had now lost her virginity for the second time in her life, only this time it was not with someone she loved, and it was in a way she had never wanted or dreamed about. But it did feel good. Even though she kinda didn't want to enjoy it. But it definitely did feel good. Then Frankie started to fuck Teresa in long powerful stokes, moving first at a slower pace, but building up faster and faster. Teresa started to feel a warmth starting at her vagina, and then it started to spread out into her lower, and then her upper body. Soon she lost control, and felt an out of body experience that she had never felt before. It pulled a loud moan out of her, she couldn't stop if she tried. Just when she thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Frankie started twisting her nipples again. First lightly and then hard, and then lightly again. Teresa's brain snapped and she let out an animalistic sound, pitched at a volume that everyone in the house could hear. Frankie kept on pistoning into Teresa for several more minutes, and was finally cumming into her cunt just as she was coming back down. They kissed a very intimate kiss, their tongues sparing into each other mouths. When Teresa and Frankie finally emerged from the bedroom, and walked into the kitchen, Tricia grabbed Teresa into a big hug and whispered that she was soooo happy that Teresa was finding joy in her situation. Tricia couldn't be more proud of her. Teresa was red with embarrassment. After Frankie and Teresa's first vaginal fuck, they routinely used it for sex, along with her other two available orifices. Frankie informed Teresa that they were going to be married in three months time, and placed a ring on her finger, it was not a request. Shortly Teresa was introduced to Frankie's parents, and all of Frankie's associates. She was always dressed to kill, and she was established as Frankie's trophy girlfriend, and future trophy wife. By this time Teresa was not going to be running away or disappearing. Frankie had had Timothy falsely accused of drug running and multiple premeditated murders, and there was now a warrant out for his arrest. As a result, if Teresa tried to run or go to the police, it would likely only result in Teresa going to prison for the rest of her life. And it might end being to a man's prison, and looking like she did now (many state laws are fucked up, and don't recognize transsexual women's rights - scary backwards shit for sure) Teresa would certainly be raped within a day, and it would make what Frankie had done to her look like a kindergarten date. So they had a big wedding, Teresa walked down the aisle in a white wedding dress, escorted by Frankie's father. The dress had a built in corset, squeezing Teresa's waist down to maybe a 20 inch waist (it was near killing her), her tits were smooshed up creating an acre of cleavage, she had a tiny white thong crammed up her ass, the front fabric tightly hugging her mons. On her feet were six inch heels, it had taken much practice with the shoes, but the results on her ass and legs were incredible. When it came time to give their vows, Teresa promised to love, honour and obey her new husband, Frankie had wanted her to give traditional vows, and Teresa had relented. They ended up skipping the reception, as Frankie was just interested in fucking all his brides holes. They then took a cruise to the Caribbean, where Frankie often fucked Teresa on the beech, or receiving a blow job where anyone could happen along and see. Teresa was usually wearing wicked weasel bikini's with only the tiniest pieces of fabric protecting her virtue (like having someone seeing Frankie putting the nuts to her didn't destroy that illusion). When they returned, Frankie decided that they were going to have children, at least two (or more). Frankie had had some of Timothy's seed frozen, and so they were going to take turns using first Frankie's then Timothy's semen along with surrogate mothers to carry their children to term, and then Teresa would have to breast feed and mother the babies taking care of the children like a good trophy house wife should. The best part as Frankie could see it, Teresa was likely going to keep her figure (no pregnancy messing with her body), and she could never claim that she wasn't in the mood, or having her period. She was a fuck machine really, and Frankie was so happy he had found her, there was no other woman he would rather have more than Teresa. Teresa on the other hand still missed her penis, her old life and she missed Tricia (she likely alway would). But Teresa didn't have any choices really, she was Married to the Mob. fini CBA