There were twowomen amongst the crowd in the booth and they were chatting withVictoria. I could not hear all of the conversation because of themusic.... But I did catch one piece: "Yes, Melissa is my partner, but weare not gay." I noted that drew a puzzled look until she followed herstatement with, "She is my husband."Oh hell, I was out what did she say that for?The two women looked astonished and I heard one of them say, "There isno way I would have thought that he was not a genetic girl." I. I wondered what he did. ** “Debra, we’re going to be leaving soon. Are you almost ready?” “Yes! I’ll be down in a little bit.” I was a nervous wreck thinking about what would happen tonight. I took my shower and did my make-up and hair. I just put on a dress, it didn’t really matter what I wore, because I was going to be in the nude and masturbating on the stage. But, I wanted to look nice for Mark. I walked down the stairs and Mark was waiting. “You look hot, Debra.” “Thanks. I wanted. "I don't know" I said. "Sex stuff." I blushed intensely, I could feel my face heating up. She was enjoying this. "What kind of 'sex stuff'? Fucking? Blowjobs?" Oh my God, to actually hear this girl--this young woman-- talking like this... It was a weird kind of dream come true. "Yes. All that. And more." She really perked up at that last word. "How much more?" "I wrote a story once. You're in it. With me..." "What's it about?" she interrupted. She was so pleased with how this was going. And. At first she dressed fairly conservatively and I used to rib her about it. She had been a very successful Office Manager previously, but now found herself back at the bottom of the tree, filing and processing documents. She found this pretty frustrating and I teased her about how she used to use her assets to promote herself in her early days at the company and suggested she reverted to that style. At first she resisted and said that she was too old to act like that anymore and anyway she was a.