Maybe even into the soul. There was an abandonment there. Total abandonment. The eyes slightly narrowed. Slightly watery. The facial features, whilst ...ooking slightly weary and worn, also with a deep deep need in them. It hadn't simply been Stephane's gender and mind that had been worked on over the last weeks. It was also her sexuality. Or more to the point her addictive sexuality. That had been her weakness as a man. Or as a boy, not forgetting her age was just twenty years. Always on the. If my brain wasn't alreadyfully occupied kicking the shit out of the impertinent side of mypersonality, the part that thought "The kind that doesn't leave anywhite marks" was a good thing to say would have been on the wrong sideof a severe shoeing.With her back still to me Becky then asked in a measured tone "Did youbring an overnight bag for the hairdressing exhibition tomorrow?" What? Oh no, I completely forgot about that. Sorry," I lied, starting anew book of lies. After a brief silence, and. Again that devilish smile told me exactly what she had in mind and when she proceeded to unzip my jeans, I protested lamely. “Ok, but I will convert you.” Tapping her foot with a mild look of impatience, she turned to face the doors of the lift. As soon as they opened, she strode out briskly and took off the overcoat. I quickly opened my door and did not even have time to set my keys down. She gripped my collar and led me to the couch. Next she quickly shed her clothes and kicked them. I was thinking about your brother.”Missy lifts an eyebrow at her. “There’s a time and a place, hon.”“God, no, not like that. I was thinking that if he wasn’t such an ass he’d be a lot more attractive. Like you,” Penny adds as Missy’s eyebrow goes even higher.“Okay, you backpedalled fast enough.” Then Missy’s kissing her again and God, she’s missed this. When was the last time she so much as kissed a girl? It’s been too long. Not that there’s anything wrong with guys, but sometimes she just.