And the sounds returned, small yelps. But I was starting to put the sensations together.Soul mate.Two simple words. And when put together, two simple ...eelings. One of contentment. One of fear. I felt my arms pushing out, encountering resistance. I smelled the sweet scents of freshly shampooed hair. A female gasp. My hands encountered hot flesh. And then the pleasure returned. A wet, tight, gorgeous pleasure. I saw Lisa. I saw her golden eyes. She was smiling at me and backlit by a brilliant. "Ok Doc, where were we, oh yes, well when they had finished with me, they left me hanging there, naked and ravaged. After a long time, many hours anyway, he returned with I think two different soldiers. I was cut down and I collapsed, my legs refusing to hold my weight. I was stretch out on the rough floor and the two soldiers raped me, the officer kept saying that if I told him what he wanted to know, it would stop and I would be sent back to my unit. The pain was so bad I must have passed. " I suppose you're wearing my pantyhose and my bra too."Fred nodded."Well, if we're going to stay together, I expect you to get your ownunderwear. I don't mind sharing dresses with my girlfriends, but I don'tshare my intimates."Fred nodded and said, "Of course."As Fred stared at Sophia, he thought back to her casual reference tosharing clothing with her girlfriends. 'Does she think of me as one ofher girlfriend's now?' Fred wondered."Good. I'm glad we reached that understanding," Sophia said. After getting one rejection letter after anothersaying he should get a female co writer to handlethe female aspects of things he began to wear hismother's clothes when alone in the house and whenhe went to bed. He didn't think his mother knewabout it but she did and was concerned with hiswell being.One day Tom's mother was out clothes shopping at anew store that opened at the beach calledSensational Swimwear when the answer came to her.She was looking at the mannequin dressed in bathingsuit.