But I noticed every guy I walkedpassed tried making eye contact with me. I smiled, looked down at thesidewalk and kept walking.I could see the Busines... building up ahead. I felt a hand grab myshoulder. I turned around to see a girl right behind me trying to get myattention."Nicole, wait up," she said. "I was calling your name."Was she? I forgot to listen out and answer to the name "Nicole." Hi," I said unsure how to greet her. She looked familiar. I think I wasin the same art class with her. He wanted, as much as possible, to find women--or"shemales"--whose own looks, modified as they had been, by hormonaltherapy and plastic surgery, matched as closely as possible those of themodels who'd posed for the original masterpieces he was duplicating,except, of course, for the one added "detail" of the female subject'smale sex organs.That was before he'd fallen in love with Anne, a situation which he wouldhave regarded with equal parts incredulity and horror, before it happened.It had. "OK, Billy – whenever, make your move?"She was deadly serious, and she had on this halter-top that was clearly exposing a lot of breast meat.After a few minutes, I took her hand with mine."Nice and smooth honey."I turned to her and just looked at her pretty face for a moment or two."Girls don't like being stared at, Billy." MOM!"A minute to resettle as I turned to her and said, "You're very beautiful JuliAnne. I feel my heart growing in size because of you." Awww, that's really good, Billy." My. Even the UWL womenhad gotten into the spirit, collecting sperm from various sources and usinga turkey baster to inseminate Joyce with tens of millions of little swimmers. If Tom knew what the lesbians at the sorority house were doing to Joyce behindhis back, he would have had apoplexy. The more militant dykes were bound anddetermined to prevent Joyce from becoming pregnant. This was fine with her,and so she kept quiet about what she was enduring every night. They douchedher with triple strength.