She had come into this bargain thinking that because she had the pussy, she made the rules. And for the most part, she had been right with everyone el...e that she had "granted her favors" to. In this day of PC and women empowerment and all that, women were getting to the point where men were almost afraid of them – afraid to talk to them, afraid to interact with them for fear of a lawsuit or being branded as some kind of sexist or womanhater/womanizer.But I was a different breed than what she. I’ll look them up and e-mail the abstracts to you. I don’t think they’re over-heavy with medical jargon, but if there’s anything you don’t understand I’ll translate it into English.”* * * * * * * *His e-mail arrived a week later.Wassersug and Johnson had published several papers about castration with various co-authors. They said that about forty percent of castration fantasists have a ‘fetishistic’ interest, in other words the idea of castration excites them sexually, and are ‘at low risk of. Despite all that had gone on already, that day, I still had a partial erection all the way home and had to suffer Mum's comments about my insatiability.I gathered firewood and lit a campfire while the girls fixed some food to eat in front of it and we sat looking at the flames, cuddling each other, until well after dark. It was Wendy's 'Night' and Mum decided to have a night off and sleep in one of the smaller beds, leaving the large one for us. Leaving Mum alone, I concentrated on Wendy as we. "Oh, Will." Christa stood up and rushed towards him, and he hugged her tightly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Claire walking over to Erica and embracing her."What's going on?" Will asked. "Have you been here since you called me this morning?" Pretty much," Christa said. "He's in surgery again—third time." That's good," Will said. "That's great. They don't put someone on the table three times if they don't have a chance of making it."Christa looked at him with an expression that was part.