"I'm a man... I just wanted..." What?" Lance asked, suddenly pulling away from her. "What is it youwant, Sam?"Sam covered herself and thought about wh...t he had asked. She had beenintrigued by the idea of leaving her old self behind and going someplace where she could live out her fantasies. Of course, her mind haddrifted into the sexual nature of fantasies, but she definitely did notwant to become a woman."Are you sure about that?" Lance asked, not shying away from the factthat he had just read. "Sorry it didn't turn out, Syl. Listen, this is a nice spot, huh? Why don't we take a break, swim a little." She grinned wickedly, he thought. "Why Jim, the water's only a foot deep. Do you want to get naked with me?" He felt a fast flush of heat at her boldness. "Um, uh, well, is that such a bad idea?" She still held his eyes. "Not at all, darling. The thought had occurred to me too. I like being nude, in this nice warm jungle. It makes me feel very savage."Her eyes seemed to burn into him as. It certainly was interesting and not what she expected.Seeing that she was accepting so far, Father delved into the final subject, “Since we are so attuned to nature we recognize, which you as a married woman must also know, that sexual union is a normal and necessary part of our human nature. Since we do not marry, we must depend on our housekeeper to join with us in that way. It is one of the most holy practices in our belief system.”Martina took pause at that as she absorbed what he had just. I refilled the glass and opened the bookcase. I turned on the light. Leah was huddled in a corner of the cage. She blinked and then stared hatefully at me.I smelled urine as I approached the cage.“You smell rank Leah,” I commented.I tilted my glass and drank.“Want a sip?”I held the goblet out.She glared at me.“OK” I said and turned to go.“Wait” she said in exasperation. “I am sorry I scratched you.”I touched my cheek. “I don’t think there will be scars.”“I don’t like being in here. I hate the.