"Frank didn't look too happy about that. He was even less happy when I announced, "And now the light over the back door." I lubed up an anal plug. ...t had two strips of metal molded into each side of it and wires leading out the base. I held it up and asked, "You or me?"Frank answered, "I trust you. Just be gentle. This is my first time." Then he smiled. He winced a little as the plug went in but once it was past his sphincter and seated, he was cheerful once again."Now what," he. It was as if the old Alex wasinvisible, and the new Alexandra was walking a runway, or shimmyingon a stage.God, I mused, if only I had transitioned during high school: I could havebeen Homecoming Queen. But my prefrontal lobe reminded me this wasfantasy: these people were the same idiots that I had detested, and who inturn had ridiculed and persecuted me. So I avoided their flirtatious looksand went straight to the principal's office.It was the same nightmarish scene that I had remembered from. Sherri torqued up again on my arm again because I had made some groundwith my fighting, even if I hadn't gotten free. "Not anymore," she said."After last night she is my lover, she kicked you out of her bedroom lastnight and invited me in instead. And since you say you don't want aboyfriend I won't make you commit to one man. I will invite several ofthem over here, every weekend, and you will service them all. Maybe Iwill whore you out, maybe I will just have you suck their cocks forfree.". In the last five years, it had become a mark of his generation. Those who’d been born in the latter half of Good Count Vincenzo’s reign and who’d seen him as their leader all their lives; guiding San Finzione through times of war and peace; of strife and prosperity.The generation whose family tables had become battlegrounds seven years ago over whether that Yanqui harlot was just after all the gold in the sweet old gentleman’s crown and teeth; or that pretty, young, American girl had stolen.