Well, not always. It’s the look that I want on their faces. It is the secret to that series that are in the books you have. Those women all look fre...hly fucked. They all look like they’ve just had an orgasm or are about to have one.” “Now I know your secret,” she said with a smile. She turned back to the mirror and asked, “There you are. Is this what you wanted?” “You are perfect,” he said seriously. “Now let’s get you posed on the bed.” Five minutes later he had her draped across the bed. He. “He isn’t exactly a stud,is he?”“Well, he has his merits,” Rhonda bantered. “He may belacking in the peter department – but he does know how tomake me excited.”“Oh?” I asked. “How’s that?”“Well,” she answered in her best ‘Scarlet O’Hara’ voice,“every time he brings me his paycheck, it just makes mewant to cum!”We both died laughing. Then I pulled her onto the bed.While we. That plan was interrupted by a knock on the camper’s door. I opened the door to Happy Jones.“Hi there John,” she said. “So can I come in?”“Of course, come on in,” I said.“I hadn’t heard from you, and Lucy never mentions you at work. So I felt that I need to talk to you. Mark and I would like to see you two again. We had a great time,” she said.“Not to mention there is a very small pool of swingers in Rosedale?” I asked.“Even in the whole county.” she admitted. “I admit that, but we. "I looked at my feet and then up at her."I used to feel like I'd only do this if I had a guaranteed outcome, likeif it were a magic ring or bodysuit I could just slip into and never comeout of," I said. "I wish I could just push a button and be a girl." Listen," she said. "Something to remember is that if you are a women, itdoesn't take transition for you to be a woman: you already are. A womanis not defined by what's between her legs. You aren't defined by what'sbetween your legs. The world.