‘On Wednesday nights, I would go to my women’s self defence class.’ She paused. Our instructor was a tough little marine named Deborah.’ She t...rned and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Deborah… Veronica… Starr.’ He could only stare, mouth suddenly dry, an understanding dawning slowly through a thick grey fog. ‘After class we would go out for ginseng coolers and all that crap. I would step outside the coffee house and score some smack. One day Dee, Debbie, found out.’ ‘That was the night you. There was almost nothingleft of the man he remembered being, aside from a greatly diminishedpenis, yet still the revelation didn't bother him. Even his earlierpanic had been from surprise and embarrassment, not the recognition ofchange. His new form felt natural, calming and desirable.He hating wearing a shirt just as much as the bathing suit, but he sawno other choice as he wandered down to the gift shop and purchased abikini. The cups were a bit too big and the straps were too tight, buthe. I had no idea you were that kinky, and there’s no question that you like humiliating yourself. Where did all that come from?”He wasn’t even embarrassed any longer as he answered, “I wasn’t completely honest with about what I did with my friends in high school. It got to the point that I loved being dominated by them, sucking their cocks, balls, asses, and eating their cum whenever they wanted. Getting involved in this swinging situation has reawakened those urges, and I don’t think I can turn. "He will see you now," I say to the man. I don't smile, I don't warn himwhat's coming. There's no point. Hammersmith has his mind made up andthere's no force between heaven and earth that I've yet seen that canalter it."About fucking time," he growled, pushing past me and striding into theoffice.Thinking of the bed I sigh and close the door behind him. Poor choice ofwords.I return to my desk and work on finalising some summaries of Hammersmith'sBritish holdings, trying to concentrate on the.