“Do I get a vote?”“Always.”I smiled as lasciviously as I knew how. “Vanessa votes yes.”****The drive to Marguerite’s was short. She live... in a brownstone in an upscale neighborhood less than a mile from the shopping district where her store was located. She had given us the address, and told us to give our keys to the doorman who would park our car. We did so, climbed into an old-fashioned elevator, and soon were outside her door.A tuxedo-clad male servant opened the door to our ring, and we. The next day I was late getting up, it was a Saturday so it didn't matter. Everybody else had already eaten, so I had the kitchen to myself. I was just tucking into a large bowl of cereal, when my Sister popped her head round the door.There was a large grin on her face, "Premium Plus," was all she said, then she was gone.So she had convinced Father.Then I heard her shout from the living room, "Now the difficult decision. What colour should it be?"I didn't care. It was something I was never. She couldn't just walk off while Charlie was buying her a drink and then block him from her Facebook page. There were many girls who'd probably do that, but Jane wasn't one of them. But diplomacy and tact were not skills that Jane had acquired to the extent that this was a situation she could easily wriggle out of. How do you tell someone that, well, what you wanted in a man was someone, you know, a bit taller and, let's be frank, not so horribly disfigured?But then, Jane reminded herself,. Get up and walk out of this office and keep walking until you are home, out and away from the college forever because your flunking papers shall be handed over to the office and you will be out of the college, away from all the girls who you have fucked and want to fuck over and over again or get up, move closer to the sofa, get naked, kneel on the floor, put your upper body on the sofa and get ready to be fucked. I never said that you were gay and there is nothing gay in a woman and a man.