Problem number two: what was she going to say if some man saw that she didn't have a penis? She could claim that some Rebel or damyankee bullet, as ap...ropriate, had caught her in the crotch and the surgeon had cut off her cock and balls to save her life. She had a thick bush, so it wasn't easy to see her pussy. That should be enough to satisfy most reasonable curiosity. She sure as hell wasn't going to let some stranger closely examine her crotch just to satisfy his curiosity!She got dressed. Once inside, Clarissa scanned the room, obviously looking for someone. Large circular tables, around which ten people could comfortably fit, filled half of the room. A single row of these tables lined two walls in the other half of the hall, leaving a large space for dancing in front of the stage on the far wall. Some band from Walminster that I’d never heard of was providing the entertainment.“There they are,” Clarissa said, pointing to a table on the edge of the dance floor. She took my hand. ”“Yes. But this is all about converting capital into an income stream.”“I’m missing something here, obviously. Why generate taxable income when he could just use his capital?”“He holds this property in an REIT - a Real Estate Investment Trust. It’s supposed to generate income, and from that income, pay out dividends. He has investors the same as any regular corporation. This is separate from his personal holdings because of the REIT 5/50 investor rules. Trust me, this is about as complicated as. Still, that was one of the ways the good guys and the jerks differed. The jerks thought that the sex was all about them and what I could do for them. The good guys wanted to get between my legs, too, which is understandable since it is a basic biological need and drive, but they spent at least some time trying to satisfy me. I had a little cubby hole that they wanted to put their cocks inside of and they just couldn't think of any reason I couldn't enjoy it, too. I happen to like sex and I love.