What matters is how many runs you score." But you can't score without hitting the ball. And that requires being at-bat." No," I said. "That requires y...ur team being at bat." Ideas started to cascade through my brain. "What if, instead of trying to save ten guys, you saved one guy who could then go save ten guys? Or what if you trained other women to 'serve' men in the way you do?"She started to snort, but then stopped herself. "I was going to say I've tried that. I've tried teaching other. It must have been tough on a macho guy like Jasper to reveal such things to me, for fear that I would think less of him in terms of masculinity, but to me, there was no cause for worry. If my buddy wanted to be tied up by a woman, that didn't make him less of a man or a friend. The test of those was things like loyalty and dependability ... could I count on him when I needed him, that sort of thing."Well, Nina's stepsister is another personal trainer, and is ... how do I put it, somewhat wild,. But first, the manicurist put on a full set ofacrylic nails that were 3/8" long and squared off on the ends. She thenpolished my fingernails and toenails with a bright red polish. Sandi alsohad them wax my eyebrows to make them thinner and more arched.Our next stop was the shoe store where I bought a pair of sandals, 2 pairsof heels and 2 pairs of flats. After that it was to the makeup counter toget what I needed. Our last stop was to buy me a pair of prostheticbreasts and glue for them.Finally. This doesn’t happen as much.She looked up at me, eyes wide, lip slightly bitten. And that was when I saw the look that I will carry with me into dotage. It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned on. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned on. But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve.