Her first reaction was one of disappointment and that I was gay. Over the next few days we talked about it. She searched the internet and found that o...her guys and couples have had similar experiences and that I was not gay, but probably somewhere between bi-curious and bisexual. Now she understands that my infatuation is with sucking a dick and not a relationship with a guy. So she laid out some ground rules. I have to practice, so she bought a dildo to suck. She saved several websites to help. I only hoped that this firm had a relaxed attitude to female dress code. Lesson learned, I tossed the heels in a bag and slipped into a sensible pair of trainers for the journey, making a mental note to head to the shops after work. I was so ill-prepared it was untrue.It was 10.30 before I made it in and, almost turning back several times, only the thought of money and how useful it would be spurred me on. Out of sight of the road, it was as I was about to swap trainers for heels that I noticed. Well,not right outside - I stood by the window listening intently for atleast ten minutes first, than I stood in the doorway for another tenminutes working up the courage to leave, while checking and recheckingto be sure that I had unlocked the door so I wouldn't be stuck outside.Finally, I did make it out the door into a whole new world. Colorsseemed brighter, the air seemed fresher, and I went about my chores asthough I were any other farm girl. I could see my reflection in thefeed room. Benjamin gently directed her to the love seat and she sat next to the end table, automatically grabbing a handful of tissues from the box. He sat in the upholstered chair that faced her, a folder in his hand. ‘Who showed up?’ he asked, taking a pen from his pocket. ‘They came to see me, Tim and … and her.’ ‘Tim?’ The name seemed familiar to Benjamin. He leafed through Patrice’s folder, notes of her therapy sessions, looking for the name. ‘We talked about him last week, at the end,’ Patrice.