Constance was not actually a feminist in the classical sense, her only problem was when it came to sex. She perceived it as a male dominated world, wh...re women and girl’s sexy bodies were used as a sex object for men to get their sexual gratification with.Garrett and Constance’s bills were piling up. With both of their student loans, car payments, apartment rent, and living expenses, they did not have money after paying the bills. They could barely pay the minimal payments on their credit cards. . I sat back, giving myself time to think.My fury had died down to white hot anger and hurt that he had done this without telling me. What should I do? How could, or should, I tell Jenny? I had to have it out with him.He was on his feet, wiping his neck with a towel when I threw the door open. I could see from his eyes that he knew what was coming. 'What the fuck? Just what the fuck did you think you were playing at? Spying on me, on us, on me? You have precisely one minute to explain. The room reeks of perfume and sex; and muffled groans, gasps and little cries of delight fill the air.A thwock, thwock, thwock, sound comes from a dark corner where a man is fucking one of the women who is balancing on her high-heels whilst bent over a chair. The sound is enunciated whenever his groin slaps against her creamy white buttocks; he holds her by the straps on her garter belt and furiously pounds away at her ass.An orgy is taking place. A transvestite orgy.Back to the woman in the. Linda packed her suitcase while thinking of Richard, she remembered mostly a scrawny k** that if developed might turn into a very handsome nephew. She added a pair of black silk bra and panties in case she ran into an old boyfriend.When Richard was told of Aunt Linda’s impending visit, he tried to recall what she looked like with the aid of some old photos, but they were at least three years old. The last two visits, he had hung out with his friends and eluded his aunt. He knew she couldn’t.