We made small talk until it got dark. I was covered in sweat and so was she. I fell asleep.In the middle of the night Margo said, “I’ve got to pee... I hope you don’t mind but I can’t hold it any longer.”I said, “I’ve got to go too but…”Margo laughed and said, “Just do it. Don’t worry about it, just do it.”I felt her warm piss start to heat up my hip and upper leg. So I let go and gave Margo a piss enema.She said, “Oh, I like that. I’ve never had anyone pee in me before. After this I’d like you. Damn it, they both were. Bitches, both of them! The doodle of Jorja got pretty graphic and when it showed Jorja and Leroy entertwined, it was time for me to act. I was crushed, but I took the time to go back over the doodles again. A sigh of relief. It hadn't happened yet. It was being set up though, at a small motel not far from where we lived.This was Monday and it was going down on Friday. I made plans. I drove out to Joe's job site and talked with him. I said that we should go out for a few. Her factory job was a lousy, low paying position, where every night that she walked to her car she wondered when a few of her work mates might be waiting for her to play, "Pound the Poof". Sara had begun interviewing "en femme" for a new job as soon as her name change was legal.Sara had no more framed her art school diploma then a job in the art sector opened up for her immediately. It was an entry-level position in the design sector of an advertising agency. Basically, Sara would sit in a. I really didn't want to go back to my old groupie life, so, ironically, considering my deeply ambivalent feelings, it looked like Margaret was all I had left. The thought of that scared me deeply, so for a while, for as long as I could hold out, which was just a few weeks but felt like months, I avoided her.Instead, and against my best intentions I had a series of dead-end one-night-stands with strangers I picked up at the Speakeasy and other clubs. I smoked a lot of dope, swallowed a lot of.