“What’s my name?!”He berated.“Fuck…….mmmm that hurt!!”I said indignantly.He hit me again hard against my back side. I shrieked at little... “Your name is Mr. Lamar….”“Or…..”“Uh….Sir?” I questioned.“Your not sure?” He mocked.“Please Mr. Lamar Don’t”“Please….. the bitch says. Yes, please Miss Martin. Please stop forcing me to rape and humiliate you….yes please stop getting your filthy pussy so wet that I can smell your cunt when it leaks all over my pants” he snarled. He pulled away revealing a wet. Cross dressers. Dragqueens. Feminized men. Male-to-female transsexuals. Hermaphrodites.Gays, lesbians, and bisexuals.These individuals all have something in common. They're gender benders,defying traditional and conventional notions as to what constitutesmasculinity and femininity. They suggest that the true nature of genderis not only ambiguous but contrived, or socially constructed, ratherthan innate. It's artificial, not natural.Just as Pygmalion created Galatea to reflect his own. .. When’s your lease up?”“End of September.”“That’s coming up.”“It’s a couple months away yet.”“What I’m thinking is ... if, by the end of September you and I still feel like we do ... you should move in.”“You want me to move in with you?”“If, when your lease is up it feels right, then yes. Think of it ... You’ll have a gas range. You can charge your car in the garage and not string an extension cord across the lawn. And, we could have this every morning.”“You do make it tempting.”“I’ll make it. "Today... Today we think about this," he said, offering a piece to her lips, but she pushed it away. "Really think. Yesterday was... manic. I don't want to start this and find that any of us has reservations. It feels right. It really does, but I think we owe ourselves the cold light of day to be sure." I can't imagine wanting anything else right now," Hope said, opening her mouth in a prompt for another piece of croissant."I woke up warm and comfortable too," he confirmed, taking a sip of his.