Who had made the decision to pump me full of female hormones? Whatmedical purpose did that serve? And who had given their permission forthis treatment...to be administered?Or were these questions redundant?There's a saying where I grew up. When you're very familiar withsomething, you know it 'like the back of your hand'.Well I was looking at the back of my hand - and I didn't recognise it atall. For one thing, it was sprinkled with dark freckles.The same applied to my fingers, which were also. I had the servant girls bring up oodles of hot water for both ladies to take their cleansing baths in the perfumed waters and cleansing soaps from Italy that so pleased my female staff preparing for confrontations of a sexual nature in various positions that were most popular in that region and found in other parts of the world as well.I watched them take their bath from the secret peephole I had built in the adjoining closet and had one of my servant maids down on her knees in front of me. Anything. Your friends taking you out? You parents?”“Nah.”I thought quickly, my own lust, horniness, anger at my neglectful husband took over. “Well I’ll take you out!”His eyes lit up. “Uh, for real?”“Yes! For real,” I laughed.“Uh, well, I mean. I don’t know.”“Maybe we can meet somewhere for dinner? Nothing fancy, just hanging out, you know?”“Yeah, maybe. Are you sure? I mean you, uh,” he glanced at my left hand, my wedding ring. I wondered if he thought I wanted to cheat on my husband with him. .”“Now was that so hard?” Rick asks, interrupting again.“No...” Malcolm answers, not sure what the other doctor’s game is.Rick busts out laughing. “I’m just fucking with you Malcolm. You’re too serious.”Malcolm sighs audibly. “I kind of have to be.”“How so?” Rick asks, sitting forward, intently waiting.“It’s my girlfriend, Mio,” the man begins. “She’s getting tired of me working so damn much. Hell, I’m tired of working so much.”“Then don’t,” Rick says. “Hell, take some time off if you need.