" said Hardcase. "Too boring" said Steetch "Too far to walk." said Freaky. Axorie changed the scene.A medieval village of central Europe style, on the...Sein, Rhone, Rhine, or Danube. It looked promising until the cart piled with bodies was wheeled through the street to the ringing of bells and the cries of "Bring out your dead!". Axorie displayed her next offering.A beautiful well-kempt city of palpable staid age, cobbled streets clean and tidy, high walls on all sides, a glimpse of a lush. The female police officers were nice, the majority of them were in their thirties and forties, quite interesting milfs in fact. Not the best-looking women, but full blood females. Since I have a thing for women in uniform I used to flirt with them. I liked that they were more properly dressed in the uniform code than their male colleagues. They tried to keep up the appearances with clean jackets, starched shirts, correct ties, and hats. They always wear knee-length skirts, with the gun belts. Then she'd kiss me and fondle my nipples. She was never nicer to me -- never more affectionate and approving -- than when I was like a girl. Still, I was approaching puberty and my testosterone level was increasing. Though I was able to repress its effects at home, school was another matter. It was as if all my masculine aggressiveness had been pent up and released at school. I fought with other boys and was constantly getting into trouble. Once mother got a telephone call from the principal. Rhee spoke up. “Since we’ll have some time before the food’s rewarmed, may we at least start the discussion?”Carol looked at Rhee, then nodded. “I guess I should start. In June, I confessed to Sandy that I was in love with Charlie, and that Rhee and I would probably move.”“NO!”“Wait, Rhee. I didn’t want to move. I have a reasonable job and you are very happy here. I really didn’t want to uproot you, but it was killing me spending time with and around Charlie. So, I confessed, in tears, to Sandy.