I may no longer be a man, but Stefanie and I could still enjoy havingfemale sex together on the trip. I dressed in a new set of clothes I hadtaken hom... from the clinic. This time I wore yellow satin underwear and abright flower patterned sundress.I took the waiting cab to the spaceport. On board the cruiser I wasgreeted by two overgrown hunks dressed in full Roman soldiers regalia asif they had just dressed walked off the set of a movie about ancientRome. Both men were very tall, about 10. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with lighter hair standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I forgot his name but I had met once before in Thailand.Suddenly the man standing on the platform spoke into. She used some torn sheeting to wrap around the wound.?We’re gonna have t’ take her shirt off, too. It’s got blood all over it.? Mama unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and drew the flaps to the sides of Mindy’s body, exposing her chest, as she slid the arms down and pulled the shirt off of the still unconscious girl.?Look, Mama! She ain’t wearin’ no brassiere!??Only a hussy’ld walk round without a brassiere!??Well, they ain’t real big, air they? Not like yourn. But she’s got real big. There were five women, well dressed, all about 45 - 55. I gave my order and idly scanned the room. My eyes settled on one of the ladies, just as she looked up. Our eyes met, and neither of us looked away. From then on it was as though there was nobody else in the room. We did have to look away at times to do such things as pay homage to the first class steak I was eating, or for her to talk to her friends. At one stage I discreetly saluted her with my wine glass.She and her friends got up and.