" Again." I am a cocksucker."I relented then and gave her a moment of silence to contemplate howshe'd changed. Then I landed a bomb on her. "You know ...hat the men sayabout us women, don't you, Cindy? You can cut down every tree in aforest but you'll never be a lumberjack. But if you suck one cock thenyou are a cocksucker for the rest of your life."She looked like she was on the edge of tears as she said, "I don't thinkI want to stay a woman for the rest of our vacation. I think I want tochange. "Some of my colleagues like to call themselves gods. I'm not so sure.What I am, is in charge. I amuse myself by interfering in the lives oflesser beings such as yourselves." I'm not so sure I want to be amusing," said Shuster. "What do we haveto do to get our real bodies back?"The Director smiled broadly. "You make a choice. You *could* go back tobeing who you were, escaped convicts facing life in prison -- at best,and you *will* be waking up in custody. Or you could take the new livesI've. He could smell a faint, musky perfume, and the heady of the odor made him slightly lightheaded; images of candlelight and soft music flashed briefly through his mind, but he shook them off. Hell, next thing I know I'll be getting romantic notions and a hardon, which won't do me any good since Sharon was fifteen miles away and probably unwilling, anyway... and this hot raffle number is strictly out of bounds. Still, he couldn't help entertaining a few lewd thoughts about the beautifully. Lucy picked up Carla from her house went to the bars in down town. Guys were buying them drinks and hitting on them. Their conversation was getting disrupted so much they decided to go to the gay bar just to see if they could talk and have a good time. Once there they got a drink each and discussed love, sex and men. Carla told Lucy how she would like a man who would do most everything for her and would submit in bed. Lucy started to laugh. "That is Dave in a nut shell!" Carla almost spit out.