Then John found someone he wanted more than me, and he started to pass me around to his friends. I ended up with one of them, a mean drunk. John wasn'... mean; I'll give him that. That's when the slow trip down started. I won't tell you about those years, but I ended up homeless a year ago, and hit bottom in the spring this year. An angel named Ridley saved me, picked me out of the dirt, and drove me to a free clinic. I'd been raped and beaten. I was malnourished and sick. Pneumonia. I almost. Its relaxed air transmitted itself to Pru, who began to get out then had to unfasten the unfamiliar seat belt then stepped out onto the grassy surface that seemed to characterize the entire area."Very nice, Terry, ' she said as they walked into the building. Inside, the relaxed feeling continued as she observed wide halls, high ceilings and comfortable appointments throughout."Well, Pru, you had the good luck to see the first incident in about four months. It really doesn't happen often. I've. He's going to walk a milein your shoes -- literally -- to demonstrate support for women. Thoseheels are not silver: they're gold. If you help, that is." OK, but how do we know he will look good? Have you done this before?"I didn't have to answer that question. "I have no doubt that he willlook pretty in that dress," Susie declared. "Look at him. He'spractically my size. And his hands and feet are dainty. He's almost agirl cross dressing as a man now." I quietly seethed at the. My friends told me not to worry, that it would come in time ... but it hasn't. Maybe I'm one of those women who just can't manage an orgasm." Do you masturbate?" Marta inquired."Sometimes," Laura replied."Do you cum when you do?" I guess ... I mean, it feels really good." I doubt you're orgasming, darling. It sounds like you're merely titillating yourself."Laura confessed that in Dwight's absence she had been touching herself more and more often. Marta had the good sense not to comment on the.