He was a sour-faced old man with definite compulsion for anal copulation only with females of superior breeding and known to be of fine moral characte... without exception. He seemed to revel in the humiliation he caused the strictly brought up women with his perverted demands.Sister Rose was the nurse tending to the American visitor called Donna. She knew that this Donna person was lucky to be alive because the Dog Warriors were infamous for their cruel treatment of female prisoners. She wanted. "You saw the markings. The controls."Roger shook his head. "You'll have to do better than this."Irwin smiled. "Okay, Mister Skeptic. I'll prove it." He touched the reddish paw-shaped plate, and the display sprang to life. On it, a female body soon appeared, although Irwin was blocking most of the details from Roger. He touched a purplish crystal, and a door appeared in the side. It didn't open, or unfold, or anything conventional. It just appeared, as if part of the metal itself had. Talking to this man who had fucked my wife. He extended his large hand in for a shake, which I met and reciprocated. "How could I forget." I replied, somehow jokingly. He chuckled, but I could sense that he was feeling some awkwardness as well.He spoke, voice deeper than I imagined, "Nice to meet you Steve." He glanced up at the TV, noticing the final minutes of the game. "Oh damn. Tennessee actually pulled it off." In that brief moment I absurdly wondered what college he had attended, prior to. Now I'm Justin, the tranny freak, the fag. Goodbye, sociallife, it was nice knowing you. Somehow I'm now sitting on the edge of mybed with my head in my hands."I..uh I'm sorry, I should've knocked..." Sean stammers out at last. Ihalf laugh through my tears at the understatement and I feel the weightof his body settling on the mattress next to me. He awkwardly places hishand on my shoulder and says "It's ok...you know we'll always befriends. Besides, you look good as a girl. Even better than I.