Standing in the sunlight, the dust of the track warm under her bare feet, Elizabeth once more entertained an heretical thought common to all the women...of the Dale – and to all women everywhere, perhaps. Certain it was, she thought with a smile, that God was male, for if a woman had been responsible for Creation, things would surely have been arranged to better advantage.At the sound of a calling voice, Elizabeth looked round to see her friend Bathsheba running towards her from the orchard where. It tasted faintly sweet, like the strawberry margaritas she’d consumed. Her response was immediate. Her arms went around his neck and her kiss went harder with passion. She spread her legs wide for him and planted her feet in the still-warm sand. It was a simple move to slide deeply inside her. Doug pulled back and stared down at her face, luminous in the moonlight. She smiled up at him earnestly. A wave broke on the shore at their feet and white foam came up around them, fanning her long hair. Not that it mattered. Twenty minutes into theinterview, after she'd pretty much learned all there was to know aboutmy sporting achievements and physical prowess, Kathryn Marrs stood upand offered me her hand."Welcome to Olympus Images, Mr Farren," she said as we shook. "I lookforward to seeing you here tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp. Now,if you'll excuse me, Kelly will show you out."Kelly was already at the door as I rose to my feet and she led me overto the elevator."Your boss is quite. That it isfine for a man to use the restroom with a woman. Also, you doing so andtrying to make it normal is just giving other perverts a good way to gettheir next victim."The granny felt good in doing her part to protect the innocent from nonexisting threats. The fact it was more likely that a transwoman would besexually assaulted in the men's room than a woman was in the women's roomwas irrelevant to her. She did not know it, plus the nice lady on thenews channel she watched said that.