Menopause Pizza
?The day had been a strange one. My hormones were driving me wild. Menopause was for oldladies and by God I was not falling into that category this early, 45 and still in my prime as far asI was concerned. I needed to exert my authority, my power, over someone...anyone. Theafternoon had brought urges forward and a hunger for fresh young meat. Suppose the Cougar inme needed fed. Menopause had pushed aside the nurturing mother in me and released theDominatrix that had been suppressed for so...