We talked for a long time and I found out that he was thirty-two and single and lived locally. Harold and I lived in the next town about ten miles aw...y. I don’t know why but I ended up going back to his room with him.As soon as we entered his room he locked the door behind us, took me by the shoulders and kissed me hard. I pushed away but he pulled me back. He was about six-two and really well built. He had light brown hair and a face you would expect to see on the cover of a romance. Donna handed a copy of the Consent Decree to Cassandra. For what seemed like an eternity, she flipped through the pages, nodding and cackling to herself occasionally. Finally she put it down and rubbed her hands together."Congratulations, Anne," she said. "Your employers have agreed to splurge on the Lass-E-Dream Treatment. Please follow me."With Donna prodding me from behind, I followed Cassandra into a windowless room with an examination table, a scale, and a piece of machinery that looked. " The room is comfortable, but messy. The wallpaper, a vapid floralattempt to inject some cheeriness into the room, seems to be crudelyvandalized with an abudance of indecipherable scribbles and drawings. Thewindow admits the last rays of the day, the sunset visible throughreinforced plastic. The girl is not visible. Helen breathes a sigh of relief as the door shuts behind her, and shehears the footsteps of that insufferable man trail off into the distance. Asmile, slightly forced,. .uh...I…”“Don’t worry cutie! I won’t tell Lionel. Let me save you the trouble. I like your slim, girly self.”“Th-Thanks! Where is this coming from?”“Baby, I’m sixty-five. I’ve been around the block. Remember, I’ve been homeless before. I’ve had sissy pussy before.”“Oh really?”“Yeah! And I like it. It’s a great replacement for regular pussy. And it don’t look like it’s safe to mess with outside folks right now.”“Very true!”“Well, thanks for the garlic. I can come back later tonight if you want..