I wasrelieved to find it was an older man with no c***dren. A day later he waswalking on the beach and I introduced myself. "Hello. We must beneighbor...." I said. "John Newcome here." He was a burly man with a saltand pepper beard and curly hair. He was more than six feet tall and musthave been 250 pounds."Aristotle Metropolis here. Call me Ari." He said in a deep voice. "Justretired from 40 years in the restaurant business." I'm retired building contractor." I said. "It's nice and quiet here.. Without warning the paddle rose and fell once again. After a longer delay a fourth sharp sound echoed through the room. This time the fight was less frantic and I thought I could just hear sobbing. Already both cheeks were beginning to turn a bright pink as jasmine stroked them both softly with her hand. Once more she raised the paddle to the ceiling and brought it down hard followed immediately by strike number six and again jasmine stroked them both almost lovingly. After what must have. A transvestite, no matter how pretty, would never exist openly in a place like Straitsville, the town name mocking all who defied the moral code. At best, Kirk or Kirka could exist at the very edge, in the dark, an outcast no matter the setting. The other world, the one Kirka had glimpsed, had freer rules and lots more opportunities, if only because its inhabitants had plenty of money, and money was power. Love, even a pairing off, was possible in that world, but membership was exclusive, very. He kept giving me this look over and over making me feel uncomfortable. I really shouldn't have said yes to coming inside. Or even offering him a ride I thought. Just then he got up and came and sat next to me.. just staring at me with a smirk on his face. His hand then was placed on my lap and it made its way to my crotch as it found my cock through my jeans. "I see the way you look at me sometimes.... I can feel it...." he said. "I don't know what you're talking about." I felt his hand.