“I see someone is feeling frisky this morning!”
“What man wouldn’t with the most beautiful woman in the world for a wife? And to top it off she has some very interesting sexual preferences that she likes to use liberally with me. Ah yes, a sexy nymphomaniac for a wife, every man’s dream and my reality.”
He stands behind her his manhood pressing into her buttocks as he rubs and kneads her breasts through the thin cotton of her tee shirt. She can feel the impending need of his body building within her and yet she knows it will have to wait, the thought only frustrating her more.
“Norman that’s enough of that you’re getting me all worked up and we don’t have time for that right now.”
“Why don’t we have time?”
“Because breakfast is done, mom will be out shortly, you have to go to work and I have to go load the rest of the stuff in the shipping container.”
“Alright but you owe me tonight.”
Wren turns around and looks deep into his eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her face close to his.
“Tonight you can be as frisky as you like.”
“I hope I am not interrupting anything, but I would like it if you two would please keep your escapades confined to your room while I am at home.
“Mom, we were just discussing not doing that here and now, not actually doing it.”
They all sit down together at the table and Wren puts away the laptop as the other two watch.
“So dear, did you find anything of interest there?”
“Yes, quite a bit actually. For starters he is more than a cross dresser he is trans gendered.”
“Alright I may be a lawyer but I haven’t seen that term too many times.”
“He is really a she trapped within a man’s body. She also lives full-time as a woman and her name is Clarisse. She had already arranged for my capture to be the last one she was to participate in before breaking all contact with the gang. She is also scared knowing the Predator has taken out every other member of the gang so far. However she also is unaware that I know she is a girl and feels that offers her some protection. And last but not least Hackers records are in error on Clarence as his mom is deceased.”
“Mothers deceased? That means it should be simpler to get at him. I mean knowing she is the only woman in the house.”
“Yes and no, she does live on a fairly busy street after all. So getting her through a window is out, she will be on her guard so it may be hard to break in. I’ll have to think this through a little more. Now, I need to finish packing.”
She rinses out her bowl as her mom leaves the room then kisses Norman good-bye heads into the entrance-way and grabs her helmet and backpack. She wonders where her mom went but figures she is still getting ready when she enters the entryway.
“Wren be careful today.”
“Something wrong mom?”
“I just do not want you going after Clarisse yet. Take some time, watch for an opportunity.”
“I plan on it mom, believe me I plan on it, but you and Norman have to remember that when the opportunity presents itself I have to take it.”
“Do you? After all, the man that did this to you is dying and a woman is being born in his place.”
“Very mystic mom, but that woman was alive when he started the whole thing. And you know as well as I do that women can be every bit as violent, nasty and sexually degrading to other women as any man. No, I can't just let him go, I have to finish what I started or there is always going to be a chance he could change his mind and revert back to a very bitter man.”
“I think I see what you mean.”
“I’ll see you tonight mom, and I will be careful.”
Wren heads out the door taking her guilt for the pain she is causing her family with her but knowing in her heart she is right and she must finish the job she has started. Back on her bike her mind is a blur with all she has learned this morning. She can’t understand how someone could feel their brain was issued the wrong body but then she knows that there are people like that in every culture on earth. Some countries and cultures are more accepting of them than others. Some people never let their alter ego out of their house and no one knows them but them. She remembered reading somewhere that it was estimated that a large number of all men are cross dressers to some extent or another. But why he was defying the normal conservative male acting the part of a woman she didn’t understand. All she knows is it is his time to pay, and she is running out of time.
She has only one stop to make between the apartment and the container and pulling into Walmart won’t take that long. She knows exactly what she is after though she can’t quite make herself pick it up. She stands there for some time arguing in her head.
“It’s just a pregnancy test. I’m married, women buy them all the time. I can drive a motorcycle at two hundred miles an hour, take out an entire gang of raping, pillaging men but I don’t have the courage to pick up a simple pregnancy test! But what if it’s negative? What if it’s positive? Will Dr. Hernandez want a pregnant woman up at that site? So what if he doesn't? I still have the money from the sale of the farm. I can live anywhere and do anything, just Norman, the baby and me.”
Her last thought makes her giggle. A baby could that be what is really stressing her out? Or is it that it might be a false alarm? With shaking hands she reaches out and picks one up. She heads to the check out grabbing a candy bar and a couple bottles of water for later. She arrives at the old home, its burnt out hull still standing though a logging company can be seen working in the distance taking out the selected high value trees. She roams the fire scene peering into nooks and crannies as she does but finding nothing of any use left. The freight truck arrives at nine thirty and starts unloading the last of the gear causing her to feel overwhelmed by the sight of it. All the bulky heavy stuff is in this load and she knows she will have to unload the container to put all this in at the bottom. When the driver leaves she sets to work unloading the container.
By lunch time she has managed to empty the whole container and is surveying the contents lying all about around her grouped into piles by weight. The sun is now at its highest and the heat of summer is on her. She knows that the dark container will only just be getting hotter and looks around her. The logging crew is very distant from her and mostly blocked by the remains of the old house so soaking in sweat she strips down to her bra and bikini underpants for some relief from the heat as she reloads the container. The air blowing across her feels cool to her damp skin even though it is still just as hot outside. She sits down for a few minutes eating the candy bar she picked up on her way to the house and sipping from the warm bottle of water. Once done with her snack she sets to work again. It's late afternoon when she is finally done reloading the container. It has very little room left in it, but it won’t have things shifting around and getting broken on its trip. She pulls her now dry jeans back on and her tee shirt over her head then fastening her helmet she heads back to home. Knowing the next time she sees this container it will be being loaded onto a flatbed truck starting its trip to a mountain top in Peru.
Half an hour later finds her back at home and climbing into the shower. She leaves the water cold but, living in a high rise building, it's still warm. Turning off the water and opening the curtain she finds Norman standing there with her towel and a mischievous grin.
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