“I...”“Did Joey love you?” Tricia asked.She nodded. “He loved me. And I loved him.”“You did good. You did what you were supposed to do w...th your life.”She smiled for the last time, tears rolling down her cheeks. “He loved me,” she whispered. She then turned back to the doorway, took one last shuddering breath and stepped off the train. As soon as her foot touched the platform, she vanished.BING-BONG “Stand back. Doors closing.”The doors slid closed and the train started moving again. The elder. Now andthen I did have to wear a pad in my bra to collect some milky dischargethat came out, but that had more or less passed at this point. My penis,er clitoris, after being flaccid for about a year now, was pretty darnsmall and easily pushed flat with my maxi pad. My testicles were the mostannoying part of my body, for sure. Totally worthless at this point, atleast they could be pushed up into my lower abdomen and hidden from view.At this point I hated my male genitals, a lousy reminder of. I’m an average sized man, so it didn’t take too much effort on her part. She hit the sweet spot and my knees buckled.“Here, switch spots and lay down.”I nodded at her and did as I was told. She started slobbing my knob again, even sucking on my balls. I was starting to wonder how much of my porn she had actually watched when she commanded me. “Close your eyes.”I had no idea what was going on because she stopped. I was about to start asking questions when I felt her hand on my cock. I thought. ”“Read Becky’s story, Jack, and then make up your own mind as to who was the greater villain.”We had reached a solitary olive tree standing in the middle of a grassy sward, with a wooden bench beneath the spreading boughs.I imagined sitting beneath its shade in the summer months, with the faint sound of the fountain playing in the background, gazing across the verdant valley spread before your feet, would be most pleasant, and beneficial to the inner self.“Becky could not walk very far unaided,.