" "Could be... Or maybe, they only work for me..." Jo said thoughtfully as she walked over and placed the dinner plates and her handy dandy pizza cutt...r on the table. "Have you ever let anyone else try them on?" "No. You're the first." "Oh, shit! I sure hope I haven't done something wrong! You know, by trying to see if they'd fit me! "I mean, if I did, if I've somehow fouled up their magical wherewithal - You know, that would preclude you from ever becoming a girl again! - I'd never be able to. Perhaps she could bring Amna’s mouth to hers, and feel again the hot moistness of her tongue against her teeth. Perhaps she could enjoy again Amna’s tongue pressing against her hard erect clitoris. Perhaps Amna could remove her gaze from the lovemaking on the screen and indulge in more real lovemaking. But as Salim’s mind focused more on her fantasies she heard the front door draw shut. Who could it be? Her heart jumped. Could it be Fatty back from a day of promotion and selling? That would be. Suddenly I was like any other, no I think, lower than the girls they had payed to gain access too. At least that was my perception. Then again until the moment that one of them demanded to be able to examine me intimately I had no clue that they were anything except for smugglers whose particular trade was in moving people out of the hell hole where I was born.That the people they were mostly moving were women never caused me to consider that most of the girls (and most of them were younger. " Georgina looks at me expectantly. "Err, no, that’s for the whole run," I tell her. She looks disappointed. “I was hoping to raise five hundred, with your contribution I’m still sixty five pounds short. Could you not give a little more? I’d be really grateful.” "Seventy pounds is a lot of money. Just how grateful would you be for that much?" I say, trying to be flippant, hoping she'll leave me in peace. She looks at me for a few seconds, then looks up and down the office. No one is taking any.