We chatted until I had to leave for my afternoon classes, but I did say, I'd wait for her and take her home.After a week of chatting in the restaurant...and taking her home every night, I got around to asking her for a date."Fancy a drink tonight?" I asked."Sure, love to," she replied, with a big smile. The problem was of course that money was a little tight, but to my surprise it was her that brought the subject up. I had just picked her up at her house, boy did she look good, her short skirt. Now yet a second load was spit out and thus entered into that carefully made ready growing pepsi glass on my end table...........Over the next few days I would sample and sip the waterly sperm getting used to its texture, taste and manly to me tartness!When work resumed, our loading dock mens room became a place of me and Ray to interact Monday through Fridays. Also on weekends, that same book store complete with peep show booths and glory holes became my second favorite place on earth to. .but alas, I had no bras of a size capable ofcontaining my milkers. I quickly threw on a tight white lace camisoleand covered it with a heavy turtle neck sweater. There was a littlejiggle, but not too bad. I did a flyby of the mirror to straighten myhair and make-up.I assisted Carol in getting into pj's and a robe. We had a "go" bagready for this occasion. I helped Carol out to the car and went back into grab the bag. It had been quite a long time since I was permitted togo anywhere in. It was onlyin some latter pictures of the same child that he developed a look ofhorror and despair so common among the other victims.I felt a strong need to find out exactly why, and worked my way throughthe Dr.'s notes, to try and match the pictures to what was written. Ittook some doing, because of the way the notes were organized, butfinally, I was able to find out about this child.At the time, I didn't understand the term the doctor used to describethis child. "Gender Dysphoria" was not.