" She replied, "My name is Rhonda. How are you?" "Fine, may offer you something to cool to drink-water, beer, or wine?" "I'd love some wine." I began ...o check her out. Rhonda was wearing a beach jacket and big floppy hat and I had some trouble sizing her up. I gave her a cup of Pinot Grigio and got a beer for myself. We began to talk and become friends. Our discussion was a comparison of life stories. I was a widower and she was also widowed plus divorced. Neither of us seemed to be looking for. “You have an anus, an ass hole, anything you want to call it. We are using it to make you perform like no other and it’s working quite well. But ... You have no other use for your anus anymore. Just like me, I have no anus. You are not going to be doing that poop thing anymore. You’re different now, now in many ways. As I’ve said, will be explained more in the near future. You won’t be passing any of that smelly stuff out of your body anymore. How do you like that?” “What? How?”“The food you. .. rib. I mean you two put on some leaves, then - took them off later, for being intimate. If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here." If you weren't here then ... Able, would still be..." Well, I'm only human, I'll pay for my mistake, just like everybody else. I thought God told you to forgive me?" I'm sorry, but I miss him so much. I do forgive you, and I love you too. You just had a fit of jealous rage." She went to him and hugged him. Then she felt him rising against her, and holding her in a tight. It was an idea Ireadily bought into. While I had managed to become comfortable in femaleattire over the course of the afternoon, the opportunity to kick backand literally let my hair down was more than welcomed. Still, when Iducked into M's spare room to change, I didn't remove my makeup orchange into any of the male clothing I'd purchased earlier that day.Instead, I slipped into a pair of loose, grey jogging pants belonging tomy sister and a lime green top. After brushing out my hair, I.