It landed silently by the trash bin. That week, men in search of Anastasia didn’t find her in any of the virtual rooms.IVI had no plans of ever givi...g up on Anastasia. I wanted to be her, no matter how ridiculous an idea that seemed. I ordered green contacts from a “trustworthy” online supplier. They arrived three days later. This time the mirror was more forgiving. The Anastasia that looked me in the eye felt more self-confident this time.I didn’t throw away the wig. Instead, I took off my. Uhm...”“And?”“Thirteen ... and nine. And I have a wife! They all rely on me!”“They pretty much fucking have to, don’t they? Because they can’t work, they can’t drive, they can’t leave the house without you and they can’t talk back to you, you Godbothering piece of shit! And they will have to marry whoever YOU pick for them. You have FOUR women in your life and yet you’re a cheerleader for a religion that treats them like second class citizens? How does that even ... AHHHH!”THWACK! I lost my. I visited her recently and in her lounge we talked, among other things, of a program on television which showed paintings by Italian and Spanish artists, some of which were of naked females. Rather rashly I mentioned that I had found some naughty pictures and printed them."Do they show girls and men, Stan?" The ones I have are of naked girls because that`s what I`m interested in." Can you get pictures of naked men, Stan?" Why?" I`d like to see some." Yes, I can. I`ll get some naughty pictures. .you would softly groan and finally come to rest either in my hair, my favourite, or grasping mine.**And I remember all too well the first time you kissed me like that down there...the way you wetly tickled my thighs with your tongue, the utterly mischievous way your eyes sparkled at me when you flashed me a glance from between my legs. You loved the control you had over me...it was the one place I was entirely belonging to you, relinquishing all control. You drew out my pleasure, my want, my.