”“You know about that?”“Yes,” she said amiably. “That’s the rule when we first arrive here. They want to control our interactions, so ...ur social disorders can be managed.”“Does everyone here have a social disorder?” I asked.“We’re not supposed to talk. You’ll find out soon enough.”And she left me.I lingered long enough to get a good look at all the women. And the men, but just to see the competition. No point in wasting an opportunity. Then I returned to my room. Before too long, there. Whatever I was doing I had to be perfectly groomed and entirely feminine.In the house I had to wear my maids uniform but was allowed to change when I left the house to go shopping. Although I looked convincingly like a teenage girl my voice sometimes was a giveaway. I tried to raise my voice so that it was more like a females but it did generate a few curious looks. I got to know quite a few locals on my shopping trips. We lived in Ladbrook Grove which in the sixties was quite a decadent. OK, just a hit or two." One hit of the pot instantly goes to his head. He decides he doesn't need another. Allen only gave him two joints last night. He is nicely stoned already, and he doesn't want to smoke it all in one day. He feels like laying back down for a while and enjoying not having to do anything today.Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his mind replays the sex he enjoyed last night. He smiles, recalling every moment, remembering how much easier it was to just let go and let it. .. I'll even think about American football, if it stops me from thinking about naked, willing virgins..."Well flowers are traditional, so I've heard. Sprinkled flower petals on the bed."Rose Ann looked confused."Flowers for the deflowering," I told her, answering her unasked question.She burst out laughing. "Oh, God! 'Deflowering...' that sounds so... So... I don't know what it sounds like, but it doesn't exactly shout romance!" Wouldst M'Lady prefer 'Chucking her Cherry'?" I asked, while.