I could remember the 1989 earthquake myself, but it was striking that over two years later some destruction was still visible.Sunday I left Newcastle ...ate in the morning and arrived in Sydney before 1300 on Monday, 18 January 1993; the beginning of my new life.I located my "hotel" and registered. Then I went for a walk to familiarize myself with the area around UNSW. I realized just how large Sydney was and decided to take a tour bus to get a survey of a sort. There appeared to be a number of. I walked toward the church, and there she was. My Phyllis. She had a morefull wedding gown, with sleeves and pearl embroidery. I smiled."We aren't supposed to be seeing each other," Phyllis said. "It's badluck." What's bad luck to a sissy?" I said. "Extra wrinkles in the ironing? Comehere, Kitten."She leaned forward and kissed me."You know, when our marriage was arranged by Mistress, I didn't like it,"Phyllis said. "I didn't like a lot of things in those days. I wanted Flowerinstead."I looked. No window. Empty space. Wait. Not completely empty. His mind’s eye walked across the room and a girl appeared. She was a tall, dark haired beauty with high flaring cheek bones, wide-set brown eyes and long, muscular limbs. Everything about her bespoke her sensuality and it was apparent she knew it. She appeared to be about 20. Very fit. Her stomach was flat, as if she made a habit to include crunches in her workout. Her breasts were ample. If Jim had to make a guess at their size he’d have said. . But you...”. I stammered.“What you’re trying to say, Bob, is that I don’t look queer? We don’t all go around with flowers in our hair and talk in high pitched voices.”“Yes, of course Adrian. Sorry no offence intended mate.”“None taken. It is just as well that I look straight. I still live at home with my parents. I will probably emerge from the proverbial closet one day, but I’m not ready yet. The big disadvantage, of course, is that I can’t take any guys home with me. Well not like that, I.