That was afactor in it. Nick also did so because he knew when others did good onthe court the confidence it gave them carried over to real life. "It i...the right thing to do, to help others, and it helps us to win.Anyway, back to your mom. Why me? You have to have someone else to talkwith. I am a jock. I have no idea what to say." You gave me your number to do so. You need to say nothing, just listen.You really listened to me when I told you about my second mom being atransgender woman." How. Fortunately, no cars came down that access road. I don't know what I'd have done if one had. I could see the traffic flowing in both directions on the main highway, which was only thirty of forty yards away through the bushes. The sudden thought struck me that anybody who happened to be looking our way could see us. Certainly they would know what I was doing. There was probably no other action on earth that resembled sex between a man and a woman. I felt very ashamed. I also felt very turned. "Saved his fucking life. And whatdid I get for it? I got bitched at. Yelled at. See? I can still remember it.So I guess I haven't had enough."The bartender looked a little confused, but topped off Danny's glass withbourbon. Danny fished in his pocket for a few more bills when a soft,long-nailed hand closed over his."This one's on me," a sultry, breathy voice said. Danny turned his headslowly - turning it quickly made him a little queasy - to regard the womanwho'd slid silently into the seat. As usual, she talked to her patient, explaining what she did and why. She could not help but notice that Peter Morgan’s body was slender and had likely been well muscled. She also noted that his penis, even in its flaccid state, was almost four inches long. When she washed his pubes and parted his legs to clean his scrotum, perineum and anal reagion, she had to revise that estimate, for Peter Morgan was clearly sprouting wood.“Oh my,” she giggled. “Thanks for the salute, Mr. Morgan. At least.