Of course I'm turned on, but she's ignoring me and getting ready for bed. So I start to stroke myself through my boxers under the covers as I watch.Sh... turns and sees me and says "HEY! What are you doing?" ... um... you know." I laugh."That's gross! No one wants to see someone touch themselves!" She didn't really believe in masturbation. She was very prudish that way, thought it was something low-class."Don't be silly, baby. Everyone does it." It's gross, no one wants to see that!" she. While TWP was funded by anendowment and offered some services of its own, most of what The Women'sPlace did was refer women to other services around town and "grease thewheels" a bit.The staff consisted of four workers, the Director (Ms. Jennifer), twocase workers (Rebecca and Stephanie), and me the graduate assistant. Thismeant that, because Rebecca and Stephanie were out with clients for muchof the day and Ms. Jennifer in and out raising money and attendingmeetings, thatI was the sole staff. I tossed my cell phone on the bed. Then I unbuttoned my blouse, quietly laughing to myself at how much faster CJ was at it. After dropping my blouse to the floor, I stepped in front of my mirror. I traced the line of my bra over my breasts, just as CJ had done. Recalling his touch gave me chill bumps on my arms."Yep. If that limo driver hadn't stopped when he did... you would have fucked him," I said to my reflection.I would have done it, too. What was I thinking? I wondered. I'm not planning. That wasn't the only thing the Farm-girls shared. We all had an inbuiltinsatiable hunger for sex and I could think of little else. I wasdismayed at the lost of my old body, my old life although a little partof me was thrilled that this body could attract any man it wanted to. Ihated that little part of me, it was the same part of me that threwmyself on the bed and let some fingers explore what was between mythighs. I just couldn't help myself.***We had been quiet for a while now. The other two.