Elliot felt that the crazy turn of this conversation was quickly getting stupider by the minute to him. The more she spoke the crazier she sounded wit... her twisted logic."It was supposed to be a surprise! I was supposed to surprise you with all I learned! It's not a surprise if you know about it! I wouldn't do this with just anyone! I tried to learn all I could with someone that you would never meet and who would never know who you were!" said Kathryn hopefully trying to approach it from a. She thought an orgy, a frenzied wanton pagan orgy the ultimate experience to work for. An orgy were all the women had very obscene big tits and the men enormous phalluses with which they penetrated the screaming moaning sluts. Double penetrations, two cocks in cunts and anal holes, plump women riding frenziedly into unceasing orgasms. This is how she saw herself. A daemon woman wailing from her cavern, possessed by an unquenchable lust and need to be ravished. The royal whore of Ancient Egypt. I got to the tranny bar, and I noticed a tall good looking guy chattingup some of the clientele. He was about 6"2' tall, reddish blond hair,looked to be quite fit, probably in his mid thirties. I noticed he waschecking me out, I smiled at him.He came right over asked if he could buy me a drink.I said " Of Course I'll have a glass of Merlot."He ordered a beer for himself and said" My name is Allen, I don't recall seeing you here before" I'm Christine and I don't come here very often." I replied. If and when this story hits the wire, the name within the byline will bequite different from the old war horse of a reporter, virtually atdeath's door while covering the strangest event, ever to occur in theerratic history of my career.But although a succession of occult incidents since the early seventies,had nearly caused my demise on more than one occasion, this time, as apop culture icon proclaimed, It was personal.Yes, I live to write again. While the aftereffect of my survival was notwhat.