"I understand, Nikki. But if youcan still love me, and you are a girl on the inside. Well that means youare gay, well at least a lesbian. I must be ho...est with you Nikki, I findit a bit weird that you are a girl, but I think I can live with beingwith you as a girl. I do love you, very much."Amy then leaned over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her kissfelt apprehensive at first then she kissed me harder and I responded andkissed her back, "Wow that was incredible. I never realized. It wouldn't be fair to any of us."Over the next few days, being work days, he moved some of his stuff into my condo. Looking for a drawer he could use, Art came across my cache of sex toys, including the ropes Philippe had used."Does Philippe use these things on you?" he asked."Sometimes," I replied, wishing I'd moved them to the other bedroom already."Maybe I can tie you up sometime," said Art, smiling. "It sounds like fun to me."I was a bit surprised, and a bit anxious. I didn't want Art. If I combined that with how good being with another womancould be I actually wanted to give it a try."So you really don't regret it?" I asked."No, I love being a woman, sure I get a bit nostalgic, sometimes forspecific things, but in the end, I wouldn't want to go back. Have youbeen thinking about joining the Deltas?" She asked. The question wasalmost backhand, joining the Deltas meant staying a girl."I don't know..." I blushed. I really hadn't thought about it directly,but I couldn't deny I'd. ' “But, can I be honest with you, Cal?” “Sure,” he said, with some curiosity. “I really am needing a different kind of ride,” she continued, quietly. “My husband, Jason, has been gone for almost two weeks and doesn't get back till the end of this week.” She looked down and crossed one delicious long leg over the other, allowing her foot to sway back and forth. She continued, “And when I ride my bike, it rubs me -- down there, you know -- and I get frisky. Know what I mean?” Cal smiled with a.