Sylvia’s meatloaf was delicious; the girl could really cook. While dishwashing wasn’t his favorite shared activity, it was something they shared. ...��Want to explore?” he asked afterward.She changed from skirt and bare feet into jeans and sneakers. Watching her change was another bonus. He intended a quiet kiss before they went out, but his gonads got the better of him. He stroked her all over.“I thought you meant ‘explore the city’,” she said. She was right. This wasn’t a night for that, not with. Gotten laid, that's the word you use, isn't it? Of course I was bloody jealous. I just couldn't stay and had to get as far away from you and them as I could." I'm sorry, Lindsey. Look, if you want, after we're married we can move right away from here." Don't be stupid, Mack. I said 'I was' jealous of them, but I'm not any more. They are my very good friends now; I know that not one of them, or you, would ... oh, Mack, you know what I mean. Look, all of these women look at life - well, sex. Betty's first words were"What now sis?" We wait on his arrival. I have Tom scheduled for a doctors exam firstthing tomorrow. I won't have him giving me any STDs. We will go fromthere to get him a prescription for female hormones." You want to turn him into a woman?" NO! I just want to watch his expression as I make him take his dailydose of estrogen. I plan on being the marionette around here. I'll pullall the strings and watch my husband dance. Tom is going to have toadapt to a new life. What appeared before me seemed like an apparition of a Hindu sexual deity. Multiple arms writhed and merged steadily and languidly, heads grew into one and then separated again, hands danced to a deep urgent rhythm and hips ground and gyrated in a rite of consummation and passion. The deep hypnotic music was the beating of our hearts, the melodies of our masculine groans and the throbbing of our swollen engorged organs. It wasn’t heaven that I had landed in, it was so much better! …….. “Josh…”.