I could feel the warm,soapy water against my cock as it ran down through the gaps, and I rubbedaround my genitals as best as I could, but it was all i... all a bizarrething to do. Easy enough, thankfully, and before I knew it I was done.Stepping out of the warm steam I quickly located a soft white towel onthe bench and got to work drying off - it was far more plush than theones commonly used in the communal shower, and for once I felt like I wasexperiencing some perks of being on this. “I don’t Christian, nothing like yours anyway.”“But you are a beautiful woman, sexy (no, the sun didn’t just go supernova, that’s just me blushing), some man somewhere must have been inspired to do any number of depraved acts?”“Well, I married straight out of university myself, that’s where I met my late husband. We were together until he died, four years ago. I had known Ben’s father for some time. He asked me out, we have been together the last year or so. That’s it, really.”“That’s it? Two. I mean, this is the music business. If somebody's gay, it's not a big deal unless you're into, like, gospel or something." I'm that way myself," I said, telling the truth. "Tell you what, if Amy comes to the Triangle on a visit, maybe you and Dave and she and I can double-date." Even though I was now a woman myself, I was still attracted to women, just like when I was a guy named Joe. I liked having some continuity with the old me."Do you mean that?" Yeah, I do." Cool, 'cause we could do that.. Do you challenge your mothers?"There was a lengthy silence. Igwanda could see Meiersdottir begin to bend to the pressure; he touched her hand to silence her. They waited."It is as you say." This time it was Joe who spoke. "Gagugakhing tells that you did no hurt." You don't all really think together as one, do you, Joe?" asked Meiersdottir wonderingly. "Your mothers aren't completely a part of your thinking, are they?"Another pause, but much shorter. "Mothers remember. Mothers let us think.