" Am."As usual, I lost the argument and got up, gingerly and slumped a littlesulkily into the armchair. I only winced occasionally, for effect, but it...as like water off a ducks back. Sheila was a hard girl."Now, you've finished the pantomime performance, let's look at that leg.She knelt down in front of me and gently unwound the bandage.I only yelped a couple of times as she finally removed the covering. Notbad, considering."Hmm." What's wrong?" Does this hurt?" Ouch!" And this?" Ouch, ouch.". "I'll finish my drink dear, I won't be long". Her husband gave a nod, said a very unconvincedly 'goodnight' and departed.The atmosphere immediately changed. For his part leaving his wife alone, in the company of Muslim men, was something that any other man would have avoided. However, their marriage was a sham. It was totally loveless; the only thing that held it together was 'responsibility'. He really had no interest in his wife what so ever. "Your husband does not like us", the man who had. "You're new at school and you were a boy, sorta, and now you're going to be a girl and..." The principal picked me?" I asked, not getting that part at all."Well, yeah," Heather shrugged. "He's really excited about you too. Like if everything's cool, and all the kids accept you and everything, then he'll be able to sell the program to the school board or the government or something. I don't really know all the details, you know." What program?" The Special Transgender Education Program," she. I’ve known what I like since I was in my early teens. The fact that I was raped as an adult didn’t make me submissive. My rapist, like a lot of abusers, fantasized a pre-existing relationship with me, fucked me against my will (in the missionary position, my least favorite one) while imagining he was rocking my world, and talked up a blue streak. Doggy-style fucking, highly negotiated kinky power exchange, and a minimum of talking is what does it for me, the opposite of what most people.