My manhood retracted into my groin making my voice higher, and my face had become less angular. I would grimace each morning as I checked in the mirro... to see my once proud member slowly turning into a vagina. Soon I looked like a skinny, pre-puberty schoolgirl. The only clothes that I could find to wear were old T shirts that hung off me like tents. Suur observed all of this with an approving eye. She comforted me everyday, telling me how pretty I was becoming, particularly as my hair was. I can spot hands like that a mile away. The hands of a male that are best suited for lovemaking, for me anyway, must be a combination of strength and gentleness. The hands and fingers shouldn't be too thin (like a sickly vampire), nor too chubby or muscular (like a bodybuilder on steroids). The hands must strike just the right balance between mastery and caressing vulnerability. The fingers, in particular, must look as if they belong in a woman's pussy, ready to probe and explore her deepest. ‘Always a potential motive for crime. Any correlations with the victim?’ ‘No sir.’ said Cindy. ‘David Krueger, who Myron is calling ‘The Guru’ now, pushed hard to see patterns, but found none. Collins never went to any BDSM clubs that we’re aware of. Krueger thinks Collins didn’t have any real friends. He wasn’t with anyone else at the Cub Club the night he died, and no one at all checked on him when he was lying on the floor. Kreuger said he’d expect friends to at least check on the guy. Then I got busy working and it kind of took a back seat. I did get some invitations from some older women, but they were married and my Ma would skin me alive if I got myself involved in someone else’s marriage”She looked at me confused.“I thought you said your mother had died…”“Believe me, being dead wouldn’t stop her. Besides Bella hits just as hard.”She giggled. “Oh, you poor hen-pecked thing,” she said, but there was a look of calculation in her eye.“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I set up a.