About ten feet separated us. “Well, what are you waiting for, slut? Serve the champagne before it gets warm. Tend to your husband first.”They both...looked at me and smiled, happy I would play along. Ange poured two glasses and carried them on the small plastic tray used for storing the complimentary tea and coffee stuff. She presented one to Bob and sauntered like a slut across the room to me. “You move like you have wanted to be a whore all your life. Is that true?”Ange leaned over to me and. 'What do you think?'I don't know what she must have thought, as I stood there, silent and still considering my emotional state. I had never considered wearing women's clothes before unless you took my stage role as a heroine in a play at an all boys' school into consideration.I felt a little embarrassed of course but in the main my mental state was one of frustrated sexual longing and curiosity about how good a woman would I make now? Even though I could still remember the misery of all the. I cried for the first time since I had been taken to the Camp. I cried not only for the pain I was in, but for the pain I knew my wife, my daughters, and my son had to be in. I also cried for the loss of them. I knew I would never see them again. When I regained some composure, and my body stopped shaking with sobs, I said a prayer for Lena and Emilie and Niklas, begging God to protect them. I then said a prayer for Adelle, that God may not make her suffer at the hands of these Nazi devils. By. His parents didn't include him at all in the decision process. To make matters worse, he was scheduled to start seeing a female psychiatrist who had just set up practice. Talk about going from the fire to the frying pan.As he walked from his house to his first appointment with the shrink, he had time to reflect. He'd already decided against playing football this season. His appointments, which were Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at 3:00, were going to conflict with football practice. He felt.