I pressed some more. Not nice. Strange, I had had my temperaturetaken back there. But a thermometer is tiny, not like this monster."You mustn't push. ...on't force it. Ease it in, Ladyboy. Press itgently. Make your bottom *want* it."I eased off. Waited for my body to relax for it. The musclesloosened, and I tried to imagine them deliberately widening toadmit it. They did, a bit. I thought about her name for me,Ladyboy. That usually relaxed me; the name was like atranquillizer. Ladyboy.I wasn't. “What did you say to her to get that reaction,” Isaac asks Stuart as we walk.“Oh I told her the truth. I didn’t tell Katy what she did I just made something up and had her crying and bawling about it. She screwed with me and I screwed with her back. Sorry I didn’t clear it with you first Sir,” Stuart tells us and I stop in the hallway and stare at him.hat big brother this would be a lot easier if you would just get me pregnant so we can both be happy,” Wilma says but Desmond looks unfazed.“I. It was a pokey room with one third of it taken-up with a bathroom leaving an L shaped space to live in. The double bed was too big for the room and took up all the alcove it stood in leaving absolutely no manoeuvre spaces around it; in other words, you had to crawl on and up the bed to enter it! Still, when you're on a budget...…...We unpacked, took a shower and crawled onto the bed to watch TV for a while. We lay there a while watching and idly twirling our fingers in each other's pubic hair. Why are you sleeping in the chair?”As I slowly came to, I looked up to see Sue’s beautiful face smiling down at me. My mouth was parched from the booze and I struggled to talk. As my mouth tried it’s best to self-lubricate, I just about managed to get three words out.“Test. Pregnancy test.”Sue’s smile turned to something I find difficult to describe. Her expression mixed up all kinds of feelings. But mainly concern and worry.“She’s pretty upset about it, Pete. I know you’ve got really low sperm.