”“Oh, that was neat,” Mary giggled, pulling her feet up and hugging her arms around her knees.“It may have been fortunate at the time, but whe... I was laid off from the Met in 1937, my compensation, according to the time I had left until my Police and state pension kicked in, was a couple of years short, so I had to get a print out of my birth certificate from Somerset House, that’s where all the registers are kept for the country.”“Oh, I think that information is kept in each State capital in. ‘Womb-man.’”“Okay.”“What do you feel?”“Internal. A place to take in. And a place to keep guard. Other things ... find who to guard against and who to ... accept in.“Good. Now imagine being male.”She tightens. “I have only seen one example of a man’s ... maleness, and...”“But there’s someone sometime you might allow in, because you want his seed in order to grow a child.”“The asshole changed that.”“But before...”“Yes. In fact it let my guard down.”“Imagine a man who you could trust. Who you. Oh yes… yes… just like that!” Carol couldn’t keep listening. She tip-toed back to her room on shaky legs. She had never, ever thought about making love to a woman. Hell, she had never thought about making love to someone twice her age. But now her mind was racing, and her body - her body was sending signals that almost made her dizzy. She climbed underneath her blanket and curled up into a ball, one hand clutched between her thighs. Nothing that she felt made sense. The heat flickered like the. I leaned against the dugout and he stood in front of me. He put his hands against the dugout, as if to block my escape, and he stared into my eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue in my mouth and I pulled away in surprise. He looked at me. “Haven’t you ever been French kissed before?” When I shook my head, he smiled, sending a chill up my spine. “Did you like it?” I nodded and whispered yes. He kissed me again and then he kissed my neck. Moments later, he pulled.