If I had to guess on her sexual orientation based on attitude and dress, I would say she was a butch lesbian. Her hair was cut moderately short and he... mannerisms where that of a male. Her voice was deeper than you would expect from her body size.Finally, I said, "It's nice to finally meet you in person; I wish that it could have been arranged before I had to refuse any treatment." It was not necessary to refuse treatment I would have seen you when I made my rounds." That's bullshit and you. We first met in the restaurant of the hotel where I was staying during this leg of the tour. Rick's sibling's attire seemed unusual for the location and in fact, was quite intriguing. I invited them to my table, where I learned that her church's school bus had broken down, and Rick had to pick her up after her classes. They had stopped at the restaurant for dinner on their way home.I found Rick to be somewhat reserved at first, but Carol was quite talkative, eagerly regaling me on a wide range. The spike pokes, and pokes. The smooth skin becomes wet and greasy off the sludge and filth. The smelly little female's hands have not been restrained, they try to grip the pipe, try to stop the pipe as it rocks and pushes, but her delicate hands can do nought but slip and slide on the wet filth, becoming wet and smelly, soiling the perfectly-manicured fingernails with thick wet stinks.The spike continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. With slow, delicate dominance it begins to poke . There would be no bail!George struggled against his cuffs and turned to the motorman and warned, "If you want to keep a clean conscience, check for a young lady another few hundred yards down the track. I flagged you to prevent you from hitting HER."The cop told the motorman that George was crazy and delerious.George left the motorman with this conundrum, "Delerious? Did I use the proper railroad signal?"The railroad man insisted that the police check out George's story, since the train was.