John took the lead in seating himself beside his wife, who couldn’t help but grin at the man before her. Anson sat opposite the couple, still unsur... of the situation…cautious. Plausible deniability was uppermost in his mind. The server approached. The lady ordered iced tea with lemon. John claimed a Heineken and told the visitor to order whatever he wished, they’d cover the meal. “Iced tea for me, please,” came the courtly baritone. Blaine watched expectantly, not sure of the purpose of. “Well, he’s not wrong. I think that you should split the difference and get enough of both!” the salesman winked at me as he seconded my opinion and profited thereby, “I’m Nate, by the way, and here’s my number, in case you ever want to take a walk on the queer side.”“Hey, he’s my husband, and I can assure you that he’s pretty damn queer as it is! Like, seriously bisexual! We broke up over it, but I’m worming my way back into his affections, I trust,” Jessica announced, winking at me, then. Fuck it was a roller-coaster of desire. Then Bethany realised she was both the track, the train and the circuit, but there was no brake; it was impossible to stop now, stop it ,no way, she dreamed of orgasm building like this; and she knew it was intense ,it came like fingers repeatedly trilling across a piano keyboard, vibrating through itself, each pleasure wave catching up to the one in front, the wave behind joining the wave in front, all compounding and squashing sense of self into. Sonow by you being her, she can be that friend at least for this weekend." "But I can't do it, not convincingly anyway. Last night I never feltlike a real woman inside, I was a man trapped in a woman's body. Mygirlfriend's roommates body. I felt like a refugee from the Jerry Springershow. People are going to sense that." "That's why I needed the drug. You will now believe yourself to beDenise, as if you had been born Denise. Deep inside you will still beyourself, your wonderful.