By clueing readers intohis thoughts, the periodical makes it clear that "The killer mustthink" he is "Yvonne" since "he doesn't realize" that mark is ...justtrying on her clothes!"The cover to Sex-Change Doctors shows a buxom nude (unfortunately undera sheet that drapes her from the middle of her breasts to just aboveher knees). She lies upon an operating table, and a pair of physiciansis in attendance. One is ready with an aesthesia mask, while the otherholds a pair of scissors in one hand and. Just when she was about to speak she heard him call out, "Oh yeah Catherine, that's it suck my cock." Oh really!" she exclaimed, now about four feet behind him.Eric totally engrossed in his own activity was oblivious to Catherine walking up behind and spun around, cock still in hand. His shorts fell down below his knees and when he tried to move he fell over backwards landing on the pile of old clothes, cock pointed straight up."Well, well, well, mister. Is this what you do when you are. Chuck or Mr. Chuck sir. Got that?”When you’re not with me you’re free to do whatever you want. You can blow anyone you want except those people I introduce you to, but just know I want a full accounting of who you suck and what happened.I nodded.I’m sure there will be more rules that you need to know and I’ll fill you in on them as they come up. You’re doing a great job on my joint, it won’t be long before you’ll get your reward.My jaw was starting to get a little tired. It wasn’t used to being. The unlucky recipient of my brand o’ subterfuge however, wasn’t so lucky. He was a little thick, and a little short, short and stocky some would say. I left him resting in his eternal sleep, sittin’ high up in the branches o’ some ol’ pine in the golf course out back o’ the estate. I shot the short ol’ man twice–just twice. Buried the muzzle o’ my barrel deep in his back, and I shot him good. He put up a fierce struggle at first, an’ I thought maybe my luck had just run out, but that ain’t the.