Thanks, Lance.’ ‘Sure.’ ‘Do you ever wish that you could fly?’ I asked him. He looked at me with an odd expression on his face. ‘Um . . . ... don’t know. Sometimes. Do you?’ ‘Every day,’ I replied and looked at him. ‘Sometimes I would like to fly away from this place and never look back.’ ‘Really? I thought you loved it here.’ ‘I do, but . . . ‘ my voice trailed away. ‘Never mind.’ ‘Oh. Well, I’m beat,’ he said, patting me lightly on my back. I had almost forgotten the bruises on my back and I. A handsome woman, people would say, not beautiful, but pretty. Not that it mattered. Pat was utterly unattracted to men, and incapable of sexual arousal in any case. Whether Dr. Frankenwiener had botched that aspect of Pat's operation, or whether she was wired differently from other transsexuals, orgasm was quite impossible. She still found women attractive, but her inability to do anything about it only added to her frustration.She walked out onto State Street and turned north towards the Gold. "We both laughed out loud and the tension was eased. I went back to reading my paper and glanced up occasionally to check him out, thankful his head was behind the TV especially when I noticed the incredible bulge in his pants. Thinking to myself that it really couldn't be his dick that snaked halfway down to his knee. I have only ever been with my husband, and he says he is bigger than average - at 5 inches. As all this was running through my head I failed to notice that the black man (I never. "Jennie, you adorable woman, you are so beautiful, you look so sexy. Fuck the business, I want to fuck you." He stepped up to me, embraced me and kissed me hungrily. I could feel the need he had built up, the many times he had chosen the dollar bill over his wife. I could feel his turmoil, his sorrow over missed love, the unclaimed climaxes, the embraces and kisses and cuddlings that were forever lost. But I also felt his resolve to be worthy of his new woman.Not much foreplay today. The urges.