Secrets

Hey Friends,

I nearly had to scrape my jaw off the floor as I stared in the face of the man who Cunt Face got to bail me out of jail. Dressed in a suit, he was tall and dapper. It was Leonard, Cain's business partner from the burlesque club.

"Hello, Trasha. Happy Birthday." His voice was low and deep and delicate. I guess this is what a gentleman is.

"Hello, Leonard," I said, grinning. I directed my next question to my twin sister. "Cunt Face--why did you call Leonard." I looked back at Leonard. "No offense."

His dismissed my comment with a wave of his hand.

"Well," She said, looking at Leonard, like she was trying to get her story straight. This made me uneasy. "When you brought me to Cain's club that time, Leonard and I got some time to bond with each other."

"You and Cain were...busy." Leonard added. By busy, he meant I was getting my pussy plowed by Cain's 9 inch black cock, in one of the back rooms.

"So, you two bonded?" I verified, wondering to myself just how close they got. Surely Leonard wasn't a tranny-chaser--I myself had fucked him twice and he could very well be the father of the baby I'm carrying...the baby he knows nothing about, might I add.

They traded glances and nodded their heads, in unison. Something was fishy and I didn't like it one bit. I hate being on the outside of a secret and my big fat gut told me that these two were sharing a secret. I'll find out what it is--in time.

"Well, that is just wonderful." I lied. "Leonard, thank you so much for bailing me out. I'll pay you back ten-fold: I'll give you three blow jobs, you can fist me twice and I'll let you do anal on me. Fair enough?"

Leonard looked around at the officers, working behind their desks. Nervously, he responded: "Should you really talk about that kind of stuff in the police station?"

I shrugged. "Whatever--the cards are on the table. Just give me a holler when you want to collect. Come on Cunt Face, let's split."

I put my fur coat on and walked confidently out of the police station. The cold air hit me like a brick and I turned so the wind was at my back. Cunt Face and Leonard were saying goodbye to each other, but it seemed a little more than that. What were they talking about? They had better not be talking about ME! Actually, they HAD better be talking about me because then I won't feel so left out.

As Cunt Face and I walked to the car a little later, I said: "So, you and Leonard look awful cozy. You're not fucking him, are you? Because I've already had him and I'm sure you don't want my sloppy seconds."

Cunt Face was quiet for a moment, then said: "I really can't talk about it, Trasha. You'll need to speak with Leonard directly."

Now, my blood was boiling. I was nearly sweating beneath my rabbit coat.

"Since when don't you tell me shit?" I yelled, stopped in my tracks.

My twin sister turned and faced me. "Since right now--just about this. You really need to talk to Leonard--I have been told I can't say anything."

"Say what? Bitch are you crazy? You can tell me anything--you told me you're cutting off your dick and becoming a woman! What's more serious than that?"

Cunt Face pressed her lips together, holding whatever she had to say back with all her might. I knew she didn't want to betray me, but this sure felt like betrayal! How the hell would YOU feel?

For once, I actually dropped something. Cunt Face had that effect on me. Anyone else-even Mama--would have gotten my box cutter upside their face! I would have sliced and diced a bitch for less...but not Cunt Face. She was my Kryptonite.

When we got home, I plopped into my recliner and kicked off my heels. I didn't have the strength or interest to talk to Mama or check in on Starla or even say goodnight to Cunt Face. My mind was a whirl with possibilities--conclusions if you will. I would get to the bottom of this and I would start tomorrow, with Leonard.

Love,

TrashaSe