I don't think I need anything explained to me."She laughed, obviously enjoying my discomfort."It...it was just a lark," I said. "I did it for a giggle... Just to seehow it felt." Oh, sunshine," she said, rolling her eyes. "You were dancing in heels.Very smoothly, I might add. A lot of women can't do that. Your hair isperfect. I didn't realize it was that long. You look comfortable in adress. You've got on makeup. Fess up now Bobby. Or is it Roberta?"I looked at the floor. Every time, it was the. "I still like to look at women, be around them and all, if that's what you're asking." Bob admitted. "I don't know if the feelings are exactly the same now, but they're definitely still there." They arrived at a place called "Top Cuts". It was a family hair cut place. Not expensive, and they catered to walk-in customers. Bob's hairstyle would be appropriate for a place like this, and they could give his hair a more feminine cut.Jane opened her purse and gave Bob two twenty-dollar bills."Take. “When I was eight, I got a horse for my birthday. “said Liz Erd “When I was ten, the horse died in the stable and was not discovered for 2 weeks. I found the dead horse and smelled it. When I had the vaginal infection, cunt smelled like that dead horse stuffed with rotten fish and bad limburger. Try feeling sexy with your pussy oozing out a curdish cunt cream with the consistency of cream corn or cottage cheese depending on what day of the week it is. Try sitting at a bar with a short skirt on. Rather than writing a character of the alphabet like you would on a piece of paper, you just press one of those, and it appears on the screen. Then you can string them together to make words.”“And it’s all done through touch,” she added, tapping at the glass experimentally and watching as gibberish appeared on the text document. “Like the radio that we recovered.”“Yeah, most of our computers use a touch interface, I’m not surprised to hear that your radio does too. In fact, it probably made.