"Hearing the sound of her man's voice, thick with its Yorkshire accent,made her even more aroused. She didn't rush what she was doing though. Shedrew ...t out slowly, just really relaxing into the pleasure, finding itintensifying the more she visualized herself as she was now - as a salt-of-the-earth working man.She wanted it to carry on though so she let her mind wander, continuing tointensify the identification with herself as Burt; needing it tooverwhelmher."I don't fit into those posh. I wasn’t paying much attention to anything that came through unless it was from one of my team or from Arnie. There was nothing on either count, so I put the computer to sleep and left the office.“Are you done for the day already?” Darlene asked as I passed her desk. “It’s only nine-thirty.”“Not done, but I need to do a little field work. I’ll be nearby, but might not get back here to the office. Call me if I’m in danger of losing my job.”“Which job?” she snarked. “Never mind. If Arnie needs. I wished her all the luck. But the fucking does not get over here it starts now. It’s my nature to keep people together & always keep in touch so most of my friends like me for that. The same applies over here, I was always in touch but not very frequent, then one Sunday afternoon I made a phone call to her just to say hi – hello. After the phone call I put on the music and was getting ready to go and have a shower as that day I got up late, and my friend was out of station. Then I went to take. The women train and work here four days a week, and then boats and ferries pick most of them up so they can spend the weekends in luxury in the greatest cities in the Republic.There are eighty-five women on the isle right now. Unbeknownst to most, there are also three men here, but we'll get to that later.The entourage of Valyrie Applesmith enters the party. She is wearing a pink dress that shows off her cleavage, but none of the women at the party care about her breasts. Their attention is.