Mind you, these jeans are so damned tight, I'm not sure I can even move in the things. There'd be no slipping these buggers off, in the back of the ca..., Peter!"Through the whole of the clothes changing ... pantomime, -- well, what would you call it? -- I'd sat there in my bed unable to speak; totally mesmerised."I, er!" Was about the some total of my words, for the next five minutes or so.But eventually I managed to fumble out, "How did you do that?" I don't really know, lover; it seems that. And of Marcus? Well what can I tell you about Marcus? Through his ground breaking treatment perhaps he became the most eminent re-assignment consultant in the country? Through my sisters he lived out his every fantasy, and of course through his contact with me he became so much more than that. His initial aching need and lust for the exotic and the erotic was replaced by the experience of so much more.Only these memories remain, the aching need, the lust and the love for the family. It was such. She would hold my hand or touch my arm but is she glanced at myface she would unconsciously move her hand away. We went downstairswithout me changing clothes. In the living room, as we called it now, Isat on the dog pillow in the corner so she wouldn't have to see my face.She sat near me on the couch and reach a arm over and scratched my backas she watch the morning news. I'm sure she felt bad that I was on thefloor for her sake but she seemed to be trying to make it up to me withtouch then. While I stride across the room to quiet the leader I tell Tora, “Check for their vehicle, and eliminate the driver. Get me Haruko and Kira.”Since my back is to her she says, “Yes, Lord,” and leaves the shop.Picking the man up by the throat I lift him to be level with my face, in Japanese I say, “Stop screaming, you piece of shit.” I hear the girls gasp when they realise I understood all they said earlier. He quiets down. “How many girls have you kidnapped tonight?” He tells me none. “How many.