I was very careful to cleanmy hands both before and after I went. I returned to the floor where thenurses had rallied again to ask me more questions. ... was asked about how I thought sex as a woman was different and what Ithought of feminine clothing. They asked me if I was treated differentlyas a woman then I was as a man. I told them all about my experiencegoing for a run and the cop that stopped me on my way into work. Theyall got a good laugh and asked me to show them the shirt and bra I. "I know... it's hard not to see things as blackand white even when I know it's all a 'social construct'."She leaned back in her chair and gave me a sympathetic smile. "It'sgood to talk this out with people here, particularly since we'refriendly voices who can understand what you're going through, but youmay want to talk this through with the people in your life."I nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I know. I thought the answers would cometo me but it's starting to feel like I'm in this for the long. She could be free with Cylvia... and more important, with Martin and Roger gone and only the two of them together now, she wanted to be free with her. She was drawn closer to her friend by the circumstances, and the bond tightened another notch as she said haltingly: "Roger... fucks me... in the... cunt! In my cunt!" Sure he does," Cylvia said. "Just like Martin fucks me in my cunt." She leaned back in her seat and stretched out her legs and to Lonnie's amazement, began to rub her thighs and. She was so pretty and she wanted to be known for everything else. She felt so determined to me, so intense on being better than she was. She was hungry for more, and I liked that. That was something I liked in my wife, the drive. I fed off of that."How old are you Angie?" I just turned 22."She was damn young. With a kid. But god she was beautiful. She fucking sparkled, and not just her nails, eyes, lips and and ear rings. All of her sparkled, she was electric. I thought she was of heritage from.