?I be Man! I be Man!? Waketa cried, her erection bouncing lewdly in front of her.?You be Man,? the Shaman solemnly agreed. ?Who be woman??By custom, ...or a female to become a male, a male must preserve the natural balance by becoming a female.?He be woman!? Waketa cried pointing at me.The other men grinned with relief. As the victor, Waketa could claim any male as her wife. As a captive, I was the preferred choice of the rest of the tribe.?Take it to the woman?s hut,? the Shaman commanded.I. Thanks, James."James shrugged and smiled.Sure enough the chairman's secretary rang the next day and booked the chairman and his wife in for dinner on Friday. Their names were Charles and Anne Bontoft. They turned out to be charming. They met a number of patrons from all walks of life who, without exception, sang the Jays' praises. The Bontofts were very complimentary about the attractiveness of the pub and even more so about the food."You are one of our best landlords," Charles Bontoft told. So while she was looking forward to some intimate time together, she knew that this wouldn't be like a vacation. She should have suspected something when he helped clean up the house. That made sense only after his parents arrived. The house was, at least, presentable. But his intentions became clearer, if unspoken, when he directed her to her outfit for the evening.He had stayed in the room, watching her change from her sweatpants and T-shirt. When she had reached for the skirt on the bed, he. For a moment I thought he would try to push past Cale, but he stopped short, casting glares in both of our directions. ‘This is just too fucking fantastic!’ It was nice to see that some things in the world were stable. With the vast changes my life had undergone, it was almost a relief to see that he was exactly the same. ‘Brent.’ I let out a long sigh. ‘You aren’t supposed to be here.’ He ignored me and turned his attention back to Cale. ‘Here you are shacked up with the little whore.