And it didn't stop at just the one violation. It continued for what seemed like, and very probably was, hours of penetration and the accompanying slap... to subdue her struggles. Taking her virginity not only from the front, the blood of her virtue coated on her inner thighs, but forcing her to undergo indignities she had never imagined were possible. Her anus was sore and bleeding. Her mouth had been as roughly violated as her crotch. And it went on, another soldier ready to replace one when the. The longer she stayed where she was the greater her danger, for she was sure that the detective's visit and the information he had tortured out of her could very well be her death warrant.Throwing on a robe, she raced into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed a local travel agency. Quickly, it was settled. She could pick up her airline ticket within the hour and catch her flight to Chicago at six that same evening. Then, she'd catch a quick flight on a feeder line... And, nobody'll. Anintense course of hormone injections, electrolysis, and surgery ensuresthat her patients will soon be exchanging their jockstraps for panties."At first," relates Dr. Tanaka, "the government insisted only men who'dhad years of therapy could be converted. However, since I moved myclinic to the Bahamas, I can turn Jack into Jill in a matter of weeks.The procedure is, of course, irreversible, but I haven't heard anycomplaints!"While of Tanaka's patients switch from pants to skirts to advance. I'll have to try me some."After our food settled some, we got back in the car — they called it the rover, but it looked like a big jeep to me. Gordy filled the gas tank (petrol) and topped the coolant again. I climbed in back — I wanted to think about what that feller had said. I napped and thought for the entire four hours of the trip back.Gordy sure had a lead foot, but there weren't much traffic and it seemed a lot faster returning than our trip out this morning. It seemed like it weren't.