I watched the other men who were watching her. I was so longing to take her into my arms, but this was our “first date”, so I had to play it cool... As she neared the bottom of her glass, I smiled at her. She smiled, also, then demurely turned away. I ordered a glass of Nugan Estate Shiraz for myself from the bartender, and requested that he take her another CherryHill Pinot Noir on me. “Forget it, buddy”, the bartender smiled, “she’s turned down two already.” I asked him to try anyway. I. "Ibet you were hoping there'd be a cock in my pants weren't you, youfucking little fag." And with that she storms out of the room and out ofthe party.The empty feeling, the shame, the embarrassment all comes back. Thefootball player tries to stop me, but I grab my handbag and start toleave. I take mostly back alleys back to my apartment to avoid thecrowds, but still end up hearing catcalls, feeling guys eyes all overme. Feeling like an idiot the whole time.I walk into my apartment and stop cold. So, we had our old regular servant who had seen me in such clothes and didn’t care. But for some reason, he had gone on leave for a few weeks and had sent a replacement. The new servant guy was much younger, maybe a few years older than me at that time.During our first encounter, I was roaming around the house wearing a black top, (I was wearing a slip but no bra) so there was more jiggle than normal and nipple shape could be observed if looked properly. And I was wearing normal blue cotton. More to the point, we looked ahead and thought of the number of young women who would need impregnation ... Everywhere we look on the planet it seems we keep finding more radioactive rock and soil. We were hoping to improve your sexual performance, so we gave you some hormones -- mostly testosterone -- to improve your sperm production and increase your sex drive. That part of it seemed to be working pretty well, but another effect of those hormones is to make men more aggressive. And there it.