I have taken myself out of the equation twice to no avail, I’m not sure what to do this time. She looks up and meets my eyes. “I’m going to leav... Dom.” “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” “Is this about last night because…”“Stop, this has nothing to do with you, or last night.” “Things haven’t been right for along time.” “ The night that the three of us spent together was the closest we have been to right in awhile…how fucked up is that?”By now she has tears in her eyes. I can tell it. Another thing that I noticed about many of the TG stories is that theylean heavily on physical body changes. I have learned that many of thestories on these sites are written by men, which probably explains whymany of the female characters have DD breast are larger. I do not knowwhy guys think a woman would want extra-large breast but trust me guys ifyou had to walk around with those things you wouldn't want them! LOL.I wanted to avoid making the story about physical changes and focus on. She ran her hands over the clasp and quickly undid it."What lock?" she said as she examined it."What lock?" I asked her back."Yeah, what lock?" Dave asked too."There's a snap and a bit of a clasp but that's all. There's no lock! Youweren't trapped in that nightie. You could have taken it off any time.What the fuck are you talking about it?" There's no lock?" I asked. "But I felt a lock. I saw a lock in themirror when I went to take it off. There was a lock." No lock," she restated."Oh my god!. About once a month I crave a bit of dominance and bring out the crop and restraints." See? And now you cater to his homosexuality."Vic chuckled. "That was a bit of a surprise. He confessed he had an affair at University with a young man, but only when he gazed at Joe and felt lust. I guess he feared I'd think less of him. Perhaps his touch of femininity that craved being penetrated helped to form his lovely, gentle nature." You love him, obviously. Need it be any less passionate than your love.