After the rapist and woman left, Linda said, "Come on."As Sam walked with Linda, he asked, "Why wasn't he made to look like a woman?"Linda sneered. "...hy give him the privilege? He's still David McCarrey, the rapist. And even though he's got the IQ of a cow, part of him, every time he looks in a mirror, will see David McCarrey with tits bigger than any woman he ever raped." But why the change to his hips and feet? And why the skirt?" He wears a skirt as a sign of his emasculation. Although. It was hard to talk so he suggested we move to the corner of the VIP section that was closed off, as the club wasn’t full. It was great because it was quieter than the rest of the club and rather private. He was about your height and quite lean-looking. He commented that he always sees you talking and flirting with other girls, so he wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with me since you apparently flirted with his girlfriend before. Ah, revenge. How sweet. I told him I didn’t think you’d. Gingerly, Mrs. P patted it as if checking for blood, or a raised spot, she found neither. Sobs were beginning to escape from her lips. My face was pressed to her bosom with her chin resting on my head. She cradled it in her arms. We moved in a gentle rocking motion for what seemed like minutes. I brazenly took advantage of her concern by accenting the movement with an open mouth, trying to make contact with her right breast. I moved my lips over the part that was peeking out above the open. No, I need more than that." I looked back at the video as the teenagers' hands wandered during the post-coital kiss. "So we trade. Her tape for one of you." What?" It's simple." I fished my phone from the knapsack and turned to her. "I film you now, you get to destroy that video." I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. "You for her. Deal?"She looked ashen. "But my husband… how will I know you won't…" She left the words hanging."You keep quiet about tonight, the video goes no further. I promise..