" "Turn around so I can look at you from behind." I inspected the clear skin of her back, the cute dimples, the big firm globes of her buttocks. ... took one buttock in each hand and squeezed hard. "If I were still a man, I'd want you." I then realized that even now I wanted her, that I wanted her even more now than when she had been a man. Maybe it wasn't wrong for two women to be together. She turned around again to face me, and our eyes met each other for a long, long, time. I wanted. She looks into his eyes and sees his sadness, two deep blue pools of sorrow and anguish. He looks tired, worn down. She wonders what he sees in her eyes. Are they still beautiful? Or do they look tired too….puffy from too much crying? Can he tell just by looking into them how fast her heart is beating now…..can he sense her eager anticipation? He cups her face in his hands and traces the outlines of her features slowly with his fingers…..fingers so gentle. With a look of sheer admiration and. She did not move as my fingers roamed from her perfectly round ass to the concave small of her back and then up to her shoulder blades and strong, square shoulders. She was indeed a beautiful woman.“I did not know you were a lesbian.” I said quietly.There was no response for a moment and I was afraid I had said the wrong thing. Then she mumbled something into the bed, but it was completely unintelligible to my ears. I asked her to repeat it and she pushed herself up and lifted her head and. But into his second to the thirdyear, the brutal work took a toll on his body and he began to weaken.Then he began to suffer for not meeting his quota and he was subjected tobrutal beatings and his work was increased for the next day, whichresulted in another brutal beating for failing to meet his quota.He knew it was only going to be a matter of time before he was beaten todeath. Few lived very long in this forced labor camp. He knew he hadbeen sent here to die.And he knew he did not deserve.