It was a bustling African port city. Women dressed in Muslim fashion glanced out of black dress. Small boys ran in and out playing games of tag or pet...y crime. The sun was hot and cast dark shadows into the back of shops. Eyes peered out of the darkness. Alexis took us to this sunny café for a little luncheon and we talked of her expatriate life and drank wine. She was dazzling in her youth and richness. Her old European money, which on one hand she rejected with Marxist philosophy, and on the. He had been unsettled for days now, as something was troubling him. The bright lights high up in the sky several nights before were almost like a warning from God that something awful, something disastrous was going to happen.The attack by Adam and his men had also come as a shock after thirty years of peace, thirty years of joy at being with Beckie. The attack brought back all of the pain, the feelings of isolation, the feelings of persecution.He found a corner inside the temple and knelt down. ” “OK” I agreed.A week came and went. Then two weeks. I never asked Shelly about the medicine she was giving me. I felt fine. I was having fun being Shelly’s submissive. I stayed with Shelly’s program of turning me into a girl. After a month, I realized that I was never horny and I wasn’t having erections. My cock and balls were getting smaller. My nipples became sensitive and were starting to swell. All of this was fine with Shelly because it made me less masculine. After two months I was. I decided to stay here for a bit, then head back to my cabin.” “What about when he he comes back? Will you be safe?” “Yes. I’m in my own cabin.” Sam seemed surprised. “Oh?” I revealed some facts about Derek and I, our sexless marriage, his drinking, the fact we sleep in separate rooms at home. “Why do you stay?” “Matter of finances.” The waiter brought my drink and sat it on the table. I thanked him as he walked away. I picked up my glass and took a sip of wine. “I'm sorry Meg, no-one should.