" He looked at me, not sure if I was serious or not. "Take that money you've already made, get masks for all the men to wear, make it anonymous. And ...ilm it properly this time. Sell the copies for twenty quid and I'll split that fifty fifty." So, Saturday evening came, the pub was pretty busy as usual, maybe a few more men that I didn't recognize. I asked Paul how many people he'd told. "Only two." "Two? Some fucking bukkake that'll be." He smirked at me. "I told Colin and Tom. You know what. I always looked forward to those pictures. I had just seen Gina a month ago before she was returning to DC to work state side. We had lunch. She was still carefree and excited to be back in the States. I asked her about her dating life overseas and she said it was non-existent. She wasn’t attracted to the local men and the expatriates all dated the local women. She said the story she heard among the women who returned to the States was how fast they all found a boy friend. They said after being. And although they would take our clothes and tease us and abuse our balls repeatedly and make us dress up in dresses and mock us for not being real men I was so used to it I became happy and safe with them. Soon my sisters became more empowered and each became lesbians along with Jennifer the girl I asked out though to be clear not witch eachother. They all see men as inferior and dumb and a disgrace and completely unattractive. I too developed along the lines in which I grew up and never. Amanda, facing the sun, saw how the light gave Janice’s hair a mysterious, bright glow. “Oh Janice,” Amanda whispered, “you’re so beautiful.” She wanted to say more, but her words got smothered by Janice’s tender kisses. Amanda gave in fully, sucking her lover’s tongue in her mouth, playing with it, tasting it. She started to undo Janice’s top and let it slide off. Janice softly kissed Amanda in the neck, moaning softly, as Amanda massaged her breasts gently, rolling the hardening nipples.