Sunday morning I woke up with a strange feeling that something was wrong. I just put that feeling down to lack of sleep. At about noon I turned on my ...omputer and to my surprise a message popped up explaining that I had mail, this was unusual because the only mails I get are work relate and I was Sunday. The subject said: YOUR ASS IS MINE. I thought that it was some add from a porn site but when I opened it my face turned pale and I suddenly felt very sick. A picture of a male butt with two. Ich w?rde sichernoch viel spa? haben mit diesem K?rper. Noch immer vor dem Spiegelstehend, begann ich mich zwischen den Beinen zu streicheln. Was f?r einwahnsinniges Gef?hl. Wie es sich wohl anf?hlen w?rde, richtig von einemMann genommen zu werden? Ein seltsamer Zwiespalt. Ich konnte nichtsErregendes an einem m?nnlichen K?rper finden. Ich stand auf Frauen undnur auf Frauen. Daran hatte sich nichts ge?ndert. Trotzdem wollte icheinen Mann in mir sp?ren. Ich schloss meine Augen und stellte mir. "After that, all I could do was ask forgiveness. Even then, I couldn't escape -- but I got acceptance and approval instead of derision. I was doing what everyone wanted, and doing it well, and no one was pointing the finger and calling me names. Apparently, I wasn't the awful person I thought I was. When I realized all that, things just ... changed..." An amazing tale," Dave mused. "So now what?"I laughed. "So now I get to be a whorehouse madam! Actually, I get to try to teach women who are. Apparently none of the other platoons that had rushed in to silence the other mortar teams had found anything either."There is one thing," said Ayers now, "there hasn't been any more mortar fire since we sent the platoons in after them."This should have comforted Callahan, made him feel he had accomplished something. It didn't. It implied that they were under surveillance, that Martian eyes were gazing at them right now, this very second. That gave him the creeps. "So what are you saying?".