”“Be careful vhat you say. He could be vatching and listening to us.”“Let that mother-fucker listen. I don’t care. There’s something ya...need to know.”“Vhat?”Logan hangs his head forward so I cannot see his face. “He – he told you the truth about what we did. The sex was brutal, hideously brutal. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like animals. It was – hideously exciting.”I have every reason to know how very closely sex is linked with violence in his. "Angie, I'm afraid I have to fire you. I'm so sorry." What? Fire me, in God's name what has gotten into you. I helped you get out of prison and I haven't charged you anything and you want to fire me?" Yes, you said you won't date your clients and I want a real date with you. I want to take you out for a real dinner and maybe dancing. I want to really get to know you. I know I'm an ex-con and a factory worker, but I want to get to know you better. I think you feel the same about me too because. ”“May I ask you something? And I mean this question seriously.”“You can ask me anything, Lissa.”“Would you really be that uncomfortable being naked around me?”I chuckled, “I know you want a serious answer, but it would depend on how you defined ‘uncomfortable’!”“I suppose it’s different from a clinical situation.”“You think?” I asked with a grin, “And it’s different from, say, April breastfeeding Chastity.”“Don’t you think you could become,” she smirked, “comfortable, eventually?”“Yes. But. I think the excitement got to me because I offered to have a man with her watching if the occasion happened. It did, a few days later, I was on a bus when I met Brian,& as we talked he told me he was gay & by my stop I had invited him to my flat for a coffee. Indoors I left Brian with his coffee, had a shower,then dressed in full female mode, full lingerie, heels,wig & a skirt,leaving my blouse off. I walked into the lounge & Brian looked at my bra,then we kissed. I let him play with my cock.