Adult Blogger: TRANNY TROUBLE Gimme a minute, Steve, I've gotta say hi to someone." Dan met her at the main entrance. "Mrs. Morgan, so good to see you," he said with mock sincerity, holding out his hand. He really did hate her. He would kiss some of his friends' moms on the cheek when seeing them, but not Mrs. Morgan. You'd probably get slapped for messing up her make up.
"You, too, Dan," she responded with the same artificiality, taking the offered hand. Rather than continuing, she just stared at him.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Morgan? You summoned me over here." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
"I . . . I didn't want you saying anything . . . to Steve, I mean. Well, er, anyone, for that matter." The usual confidence was missing. Dan knew what was going on: Mrs. Morgan was on the prowl. Needless to say, this surprised him. He couldn't image this bitch being friendly enough so that anyone would want to deal with her. And despite her beautiful face and sexy body, he had never really imagined her having sex. Her holier-than-thou attitude ¡V which is to say 'bitchy attitude' ¡V did not inspire such thoughts.
