The fight, the fire, the familiarity I had seen in her eyes too many times was nowhere to be found.“What the fuck?” Larry stuffed himself into his...shorts and walked towards the gazebo Dad and me stood on.“What did you think was going to happen?” I snarled sharply.“I thought--”“He’s not talking to you, Lawrence.” Dad put his hand on my shoulder. “What did you think was going to happen?”I realized that he must’ve been right.“She’s My Valkyrie.” I let Dad push me to the bar. I sat on the bench as. She made no protest when I said I'd like us to sleep nude; she didn't baulk at the idea of giving oral sex, indeed she surprised me that she was very good at oral sex. She pandered to my idea that she should wear sexy, but not slutty, clothes. I was to discover that there was a reason she was so compliant.We both loved sex and I was constantly impressed that often whenever I returned home from work I would find her naked and before I had even had time to put down my briefcase that she would be. Obviously display stands; one for each finalist. To my dismay they toohad central rods but were also equipped with wire frames to posture anddisplay their fairy she-male.Each of us were placed onto one of the three stands; our asses beinglowered onto the central rod. Unlike the others we were not in cages butpositioned to look like dancing ballerinas; our limbs held in place by athin wire framework. Then, to the sound of a music box tune, the tablesbegan to rotate, our anus tubes rotating. The thing was, I didn’t care. It was worth it to get a chance to see her, maybe to have a short conversation with her. There were no other customers in the shop. That was nice. She was behind the counter, with her head down, and didn’t look up when I came in. That was odd. Usually, I get a bright smile and pleasant, ‘Hi.’ I found two tapes that looked interesting and took them to the counter. The lissome clerk looked up and smiled wanly. ‘Hi,’ she said. She took the tapes and began filling out.