Instead she spoke the truth. He looked… kind somehow? ‘No…’ He had nice eyes… Get it together, woman! ‘Ok… do you have a spare? Tyre, I ...ean.’ She felt like kicking herself. She didn’t even know where her car’s spare tyre -was-. ‘I think so…’ ‘You’re not sure?’ He smiled, laughter in his eyes. Suddenly she felt a bit better. She was still a bit scared, but less than before. He looked… ok. ‘No…’ Now he laughed openly. Just a quick chuckle, but it changed what looked to her to be a normally. She did not want to make this harder onanyone, including herself. She had fallen for this man. She knew that thetrauma she went through meant she shouldn't jump into anything but shecould not deny how he made her feel when he looked at her.She also realized, since the night of the accident, she had not referredto herself as male. Whether she wanted a relationship or not wasirrelevant. The fact that she was a boy meant it couldn't happen anyway.But, it was just one night and how else could she. We haven’t been like this since we first got together. I’m excited every time I see you. I’m, like, aware of myself in this new way. And the sex has just been incredible–even you’re different. It’s like you know what I’ve always wanted. Don’t things seem different to you?’ I thought about how I should answer this. Sometimes having the subconscious dragged into the conscious mind undoes all of the work. I didn’t want to do that, but I also didn’t want any part of Stephanie being unhappy. ‘They. She was not happy about being left there. She couldn’t call out for rescue from another maid, not without revealing that she’d been up to something very unprofessional, so she’d been forced to wait for me. This had been my plan from the start. Despite promising not to bother me, she’d gotten increasingly pushy. I had a feeling she was an avid masturbator, but she wasn’t able to duplicate the feelings she got from a good spanking, and she wanted them badly enough to risk her job. She was mad,.