'Get moving! You have much to do!'Tabatha moaned wearily. This was her third month in exile. She didn't know how she kept track of the days, but somet...ing in her mind always let her know what day it was. She was alone on a dead world, and she knew it was Tuesday, not Wednesday. She didn't know what year it was, but she didn't care.The voice had been driving her for over a month now. It had shown her where she could find caches of stored food. Not all the food was contaminated by radiation or. "It's not the fear that's keeping you from yourheart's desire, Tony. It's your masculinity. Mine is gone, and I'mhappy. When you discard your masculinity, you'll lose the fear and gainthe happiness. Here's what I want you to do. On Saturday morning, meetme at this address at 10:00 a.m. Wear boy clothes if you wish. You'llspend all day. I want you to meet the lady in charge, Miss Crushman.She runs the local Emasculation Station. They helped me. They'll helpyou. Promise me you'll be there."You. Our strides differ, our physical strengths differ, that’s all,” I state before taking a sip of wine. The next morning we lay in, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies after our romantic night out. At some stage, she started exploring my body while lying with her head on my chest, her fingertips navigating while we talked about nothing in particular. I felt the effects of her caresses but left it there, I was enjoying it too much to complicate things. She lifted her head and sucked. You’re the best man. You have to be at the rehearsal dinner Sweetheart.’ Reluctantly Jesse dropped his hand away from her ass and smoothed her skirt into place. ‘Room number?’ He requested as he re-buttoned her blouse. ‘317,’ Kari winked at him. ‘But won’t your parents worry when you come in late?’ He scowled briefly at her and gave her one last punishing kiss that almost had her changing her mind before turning to unlock the door again. ‘We’ll pick this up later.’ Jesse promised, pulling open.