Dr Frankenheim called me his masterpiece, and the woman of his dreams.Because he'd created me he thought he owned me. What he didn't appreciatewas tha... he'd made me, to use an American expression, way out of hisleague. Only a man who's both rich and handsome cdeserves a woman thatlooks like me, and that wasn't Otto Frankenheim. He was a genius, but asugly as sin. He made Joseph Goebbels look like Cary Grant. When he triedto force himself on me I grabbed a scalpel and, well, unless his staffgot. "I nodded. That's exactly how I felt. "So, Georgie-Girl, what's that all about?"She laughed. "Nan's been calling me that since I was born. It was a song title and a movie way back when, and Nan thought it fit me just right. I've been Georgie or Georgie-Girl ever since." Oh, sure. I've heard of it. I like it a whole lot better than someone calling you George," I admitted."I never thought about it very much. I did notice that you always called me by my full name."I nodded. "Yes. I like it. I like. But it didnt came. At last she got up and asked me to sleep with her, she said she will open the balcony and there will be breaze so it will be still better.As we went inside she wore her saree back and removed her blouse. Seeing that i was staring at her melons she just smilled and said its hot, she even removed her peticott. we both laid next to each other. while sleeping we started talking. i was staring at her boobs only seeing this she smiled and asked me what are you staring at.I got. Jake stood up with his cock at half mask. “Another drink Neil?” he asked as he wandered off into the dining room to retrieve the half bottle left. He returned and I felt so strange being naked with another guy. Sure I had had showers with guys after sport but this was very weird. I am sure Jake realised what I was think. “You aren’t bisexual?” he asked. I laughed “no mate. It isn’t on my to-do list”. He nodded “OK, I had to ask” he said. I was wondering why he asked. Was HE bi? I did notice.