The guy had an erectile problem and could only get hard while watching his wife being fucked.”Reed took a sip of his wine before resuming, “The gu... wasn’t interested in me sexually and never touched me, he did, however, art direct the entire session.” Reed paused to laugh, before continuing, “I felt like I was in a fucking porn movie… In any case, this placed a ball in motion in my life and thereafter, I found fucking becoming more and more profitable. Not only did they become regulars, but. Subliminal psychodrama wasstarted which bombarded his brain implanting thoughts that would eventuallybrainwash him into thinking that he had always been a female. And not justany female. He would remember only that he was a bimbo headed female who'sonly way of maintaining even the most marginal lifestyle anyone could achievewas by using her body. A female who had to fuck her way to a lowly highschool diploma and who had done the same to secure every job and almost everypossession she owned.His. No tears! I grabbed my gear and left. — A dusty Studebaker sedan stopped for me. The driver was an older man in a threadbare black suit. I did not even have to see the bibles and tracts in the back seat — his whole aura screamed out, PREACHER! He asked me if I was saved. I did not really feel up to a religious debate. I told him about my experience a couple years before, when my grandmother sent me to Oral Roberts University for a summer session. ‘Oral Roberts!’ It was almost a curse, coming. She was then led to the manicurist’s table, and her hands were given the same pampering treatment and her fingernails were painted with the same pale pink nail polish to match her toes. The next station was a table that she reclined on, and she chose to have her brows waxed and a facial done before the makeup application. She smiled to herself, she had only pampered herself like this once before…that was the week before her wedding to Michael. As she pondered on the evening ahead of her, a rack.