I'm loving the idea already."She went back to our bedroom, and I began to undress, in order to re-dress myself entirely in women's clothes, as Monica ...ad ordered, though the outer garments were indistinguishable from men's. Nearly. In order to go out. Out into a world of men and women. In order to get my ears pierced. I felt excited and terribly apprehensive, both at the same time.Almost at once she returned. Or so it seemed. She had changed from her businesswoman's tailored suit to a tight. She used me. She tricked me. And she raped me.She shrugged. I had three children. She didn't. Was it so wrong for her to want another? I told her angrily that it was wrong to take.She answered easily that since I wouldn't give freely, she _had_ to take my seed. It was the only way. She smiled and said she got what she needed, then she had the audacity to thank me.I turned to storm out. I felt angry, cheap, used, humiliated, frustrated sexually - lots of emotion. She called as I stood. " Oh, yeah. I shouldn't have ever done that stuff. You know how much I care about you."Vince was sure he would soon be rekindling things with is second most recent ex. But he hadn't counted on the self-confidence Lizzie had found (along with serious sexual satisfaction)."So, you're done with Gabby?" Lizzie asked."Totally. It's you I want to be with, Lizzie." Have you talked to her?" No way. I didn't need to talk to her. I just wanted you. I was so wrong."His second mistake."Really, Vince?. I knew Gerald went back to Devon to give evidence at Bob Porter’s trial, but I was too tied up in the vigil waiting for Ann to wake up from her coma that I never really gave a thought to what the trial was about. And Becky here was only six years old then and needed looking after.”“And then your husband moved abroad, Mrs Jay? Sorry, that’s what I always called you. I feel disrespectful calling you by your first name.”“Why not call me Mrs D, Pete?” Sheila suggested with a smile, then continued.