Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 07:33:56 -0800 (PST)
From: John Nail <johnnail18@yahoo.com>
Subject: She Took My Heart   Ch.1  Transgender/Shemale

         Her name is Sherry and I have to tell you I can't picture my
life without her but she is not genetic female.  I can hear you say is
that your hang-up?
           I live here in a small town in Wyoming and I am your typical
blue collar type of guy and I work at the local tire and lube shop here
in town.   One winter morning I was blowing off snow from my driveway and
this lady was yelling and waving her arms to get my attention.    I
turned off the snowblower and walked towards her and I saw the distressed
expression on her face.
               She said,"  My name is Sherry and I was wondering if you
can help me.    I have to get to work but my car and drive-way is
buried."
                 I said,"  Sure and it will be trouble."
                 I took my snow-blower and a snow shovel and followed her
over.
                 Between shoveling her car and blowing the snow off her
drive-way took about 15 minutes.
                 She hugged me and said,"  I just moved here and to show
my debt of gratitude I am going to fix you supper tonight.   Before you
open your mouth in protest I will not take no for an answer.    Besides
it is nice to know I have such a handsome men as my neighbor.   I need
your phone number before I go."
                    I wrote down my number on a sheet of paper she handed
me and she put it in her purse and than she drove off.
                   I cleared snow off of my drive-way and got in my
pickup and drove to work.
        I spent the day mounting tires and changing oil and 5:30 I was
ready to head home for the evening.


           After I pulled in I saw Sherry looking out her window and she
and I waved.

             She called,"  Hi John,  I have dinner just about ready
whenever you ready to come over."
              I replied," I need to clean up a little bit and I shall be
there in a few minutes."
              I cleaned off the grease and oil off my hands and face and
dried off and than headed over.
              I knocked on the door and she opened it and she was a
knockout.   Her brunette fall softly on her shoulders.     Her green eyes
sparkled and she flashed me a dazzling smile.     She was wearing a dark
green skirt which came just above the knees.  She was wearing matching
pumps I think that is what she was wearing.
             I walked in and smelled potatoes and a roast wafting through
the house.
              She said,"  I figured you might like pot roast so that is
what I cooked and I too like pot roasts."
               We sat down and I saw a glass of wine which felt chilled
and salad on my plate.
               She served us and I tried it and it was delicious.
                I said," This is one of the best roasts I have tasted in
a long-time.   So many people have a tendency to cook out the juice."
               She said," That is because they often turn up the oven too
high.   I put my oven at 300 degrees and let it cook for 2 hours.     I
also sautee it occasionally to keep it from drying."
                  After cleaning up the kitchen a little bit we moved
unto the couch.
                  She asks,"  So how long have you lived here?"
                   I said,"  Since I was a toddler I guess you can say I
am as close to a native as you can get without being born here."
                    We talked for two hours touching each other's hands
until I had to go home.     At the door we kissed goodnight and I walked
back to my house thinking about Sherry.     In my bed I dreamed about
Sherry and I.