Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to speak, but he spoke first as I whirled around. “I saw you.�...� “Okay. And?” “You couldn’t quit staring. You like what you saw?” I paused. “Yes.” “Are we alone?” He looked around. “I think so.” “I liked what I saw too. Turn around.”I put my back to him, and could feel him come close to me. I could barely see his face in the mirror, as he was directly behind me and I am somewhat tall. He reached around and felt. Dulcie and I helped her out a little at Christmas.”“Can you ... I mean ... what do you know about her?”“Bob...” I frowned, thinking. “Bob, I don’t think I’m at liberty to discuss Suki. Or anyone else, for that matter.”He nodded. “Okay. I understand, I suppose.”“Seriously, if you want to know about her history, you need to ask her.”And that was it ... at least at that time. We finished up, togged up, and straddled our bikes for our ride home.Karen was back in school, of course, so having chewed. Thatwasn't a daydream." And I see a pair of shoes in front of me, so I lookup and there's the guy with the sign, and he's smiling at me and Irealize that he's also the guy in my head trip while the machine was fucking me or feminizing me or whatever, and he says, "Hey, sweetie.You like being a wimmin?"So I go, "No, I fucking do not."And he laughs and says, "Yeah, every time you have an orgasm you'll getyour real brain back for a couple of hours, but that's okay. Next timeyou're in fucktoy mode. I prayed no one would see me and was thankful I was new to the area.My mind raced and I could not focus on any story that made sense to explain this. So as Mark Thomas stepped onto the front porch in his bathrobe to meet Officer Reeves, I remembered a simple thing my parents taught me. "It's always better to tell the truth."I rocked nervously in disbelief. This could cost everything! My family and career blown up in a weekend. Was solicitation a felony? I had no clue. Convicted felon! Fuck! It.