As a boy, Henrietta - or Henry - had learned that sex was intended for one purpose, and one purpose only--to produce offspring within the context of m...rriage. Aware that as a transsexual she could not give birth to children, Henrietta had hidden her charms within large, loose-fitting garments and shunned the use of cosmetics. It would not do, she had told herself, countless times, to encourage romantic notions in the hearts and minds of men, for they should be husbands and fathers, not merely. " Yes, I heard about your loss, your sister's too." But she landed your brother, I'll still be lonely," she managed a fake tear."Is it true your sister and you are... ," he couldn't say the last word."What!" she snapped but not strong enough to drive him off."Ummmmm, I can't find the right word." Lovers?" she whispered."Ummmmmmm, yes." We get intimate at times but we're still lonely for male attention." Ummmmm, think you might consider me to relieve your loneliness?" You!" she looked startled. ..I'm just lost." As if on cue, my towel fell down.Kim burst out laughing. She wiped tears away, and started laughing harder. I realized I was crying, so I played up the moment. I hung my head and half-heartedly covered my penis with my hand. I bent down to pick up the towel, pretended to slip, and fell on the floor. Steph started laughing. I slowly picked myself up, and bent over to grab the towel, waving my butt at my audience. I was laughing now. I tucked my junk between my legs as I whirled. Said staring at her.I studied the senior management members. Obviously, the blonde would be in charge of whatever project we were there to discuss and far too many Senior VPs and C-ofs sat in the room for it not to be MAJOR.I was wrong--Blondie probably hadn't stepped on any toes, instead I'd been used to send a message. But what message? Although, it was not nice to know my actions could be so easily predicted."If you speak about the following information before we package it properly for the.