‘Can I ask you something, Janice?’ ‘Why not?’ ‘If you knew about Mona and me, why the hell did you go out with me? I don’t mean the first ...ime. I mean tonight. And why did you blow me?’ With her eyes blazing with fury, Janice said, ‘Because I’m still a whoring slut at heart. I thought I’d fuck you silly and never talk to you again. I thought that would hurt you more than anything else I could do.’ I thought I’d glimpsed her true emotions and grabbed her, pulled her tightly against my chest and. “Why ? are you not interested in sexx ? “Yes I would like to have sex but no marriage. Which girl will like that, Preethi?. No girl will like to have sex with a man whom she is not willing to marry.I got struck by that answer, but I really liked his honesty. So I asked “Well Ajith … will… will you like to have sex with me? As I completed the question, I could feel the nervousness in his breath & his confusion. “hey Ajith I am not asking you to marry me. I would like to have hot sex with you.. Still, a lot of how we feel about our selves is dictated by how others feel and act towards us. That was the argument that I couldn't avoid.In neither gender would I be entirely accepted or functional.As Conner, I could not have children and neither as Story.Being Conner, I would always carry the stigma of wimp and being less manly... not quite a man. I would always be seen as odd, different, less than... as handicapped. Physically, I couldn't conform to the image society required of a man.As. "This one gets points by not skimping on the stationary, not that it will get him anywhere." She stashed the letter in her purse. Catie Vanguard was seventeen and the word stunning failed to accurately describe her. She was tall and had shoulder length brunette hair. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts beautifully rounded B cups. She could pass for someone in her twenties. Perfect genetics passed to her from her parents, who were athletic and attractive, along with exercise and diet.