You could almost always count on there being someone around to get a game of HORSE or enough for a three on three game. There seemed to be only two ki...ds of people at the "Y" in those days. Young guys and what we thought of as old men.You never saw the old men in the gym. Only in the pool and the showers. We always used to think it was because everyone swam in the nude at the Y and the old men wanted to see the young boy's cocks. But there wasn't much to see on thirteen to sixteen year old. They alsocovered strategies for avoiding rape and other forms of assaultparticular to females, and what to look out for (a class she could haveactually taught). In other words, the things Courtney would havelearned as a matter of course had she actually been born a geneticfemale. Finally, it was time to discharge her and for the four of themto fly home.Courtney was of course on bed rest for the first few weeks at home whileshe recuperated from her procedures. Tony spent much of that time at. ’‘No, no, don’t be silly,’ grumbled Geoff. ‘That was a gift. Besides, I have plenty.’‘Ok!’ she smiled. Geoff gently grazed her bum again as he ushered her up the drive. He opened the door and followed her into his house.*I had to get into his garden somehow. I had to. And within minutes I had crept round the back of his house and up an embankment, which looked down on Geoff’s very impressive garden. It was huge. Boy, you could throw a huge outdoor party in it. There were a couple of seating. They surveyed my bedroom critically. Sandra went to the spare bedroom and came back. “There’s another double mattress in there,” she told her allies, “so we can bring that in here later, and have this one on the floor too. Let’s prop the bed up on the wall there so there’s space, then we can do the massage on just the quilt, on the floor so it’s firm enough. Give us a hand Justin.”In a minute I’d helped them to stand the bed up across the window, which at least gave me an illusory sense of.