You sat there with cuffs holding your hands behind you like it was no big deal. You sat swinging your legs open and shut, with juices slowly drying on...each thigh. You are a fucking mess. I said under my breath. Looking down at myself, I added, and I'm a fucking mess too. Trepidation began to wash across your face as you watched me dress. I guessed you were wondering if I was going to return the favor and leave you handcuffed in the train. To your credit, you stayed calm, and did your best not. But, with an animal sound, Thane Gifford was on the move. He was stripping off his pants again as he shortened the distance between where we were standing and the open door to the Bentley’s backseat. Briefly there were three people in the backseat and then I saw Bianca exit and start moving toward me with a smile. Before she reached me, I saw Thane Gifford go down between Mariah’s open legs with his knees and pull her hips up to his pelvis with his hands on her buttocks. Mariah had her hands on. I not only continued to hide the real me, I started to date a femalefriend of a male colleague. She was the first person I ever developed asexual relationship with and it did not happen easily - we had many manyfalse starts before we successfully engaged in coitus (thanks big bangtheory). She was my first and remains my only.We progressed through life together, she moved in and we married, moved toanother house and had a child. Life continued until about 2010 when Irealised that I was again. Pure white things that were so perfectly detailed, and looked so much like the real thing. Cat was amazed by them, and demanded to know exactly what it took to make them. I showed her Tabby’s cast, which was the only one I could get my hands on, and one of the boxes the kits came in, and explained how it was made. Her response was simply: “Fascinating!”Cat arranged for a select group of students from the art department to paint the busts for me. When they got done, they looked so real I wanted.