‘It’s a black Jaguar XKR and the rego number is a personalised plate, ‘BYRON 01′.’ ‘Nice.’ She said. ‘When did you last drive it?’ ...��That would have been on Tuesday last week. I left it at home on Wednesday and caught a cab to the airport. I haven’t driven it since then. Wait a minute, I was staying at the Hyatt, they’ll have a record of that, and probably still have my luggage, my car keys were in my case, it’s one of those wheelie bags and it would be in the front pocket along with my . . .’. PINWHEEL OF FORTUNEThe color wheelSpinning at the speedOf blurBleeds hues and shadesOf a garden or a rainbowInto just as much a messAs the passions which blazeAcross my shemale soulWhen I stand in the windAnd bare my heartTo the Inhabitant on High;Lightning descends,And I am born again,Electric with redAnd blue and lavenderPleasure and pain,Crackling and afireWith my transsexual desireTo be both a womanAnd, at the same time, a man.DREAMLANDSleep pours itselfInto my soul,And I slumber,My world a. "Sally said, "We figured you'd let her go at her own speed. We'll use lots of lube."Maria said, "I've been using vibrators to get used to it and I've worked my way up to an average penis size." She put both hands on my dick. "Yours isn't too much bigger."I shook my head. "Your first time should be in a candle lit room on a bed strewn with rose petals. I'm not sure I want to do this."She put a hand on my arm. "Oh, please, Brian. I'll never get put in The Program and all the guys I know, and all. The room was set up like an office, dominated by a large oak desk. A black leather chair was pushed off to one side, and on the desk was a large red leather book, a photo album. Michele loved pictures and eagerly went over to look, hoping to find pictures of Gene as a young man, as a boy. As she padded over to the desk, she ignored the sense of foreboding that emanated from the album until she touched the cover. It felt warm and soft, like skin, and it made her uneasy. Still, she wanted to see.