"Good evening." I bowed. The lady was quite young and quite wealthy, if I could judge by the animal print gown she had on."You look fabulous!" she exc...aimed and walked quickly around me, examining my armor. "You MUST be here for a photo shoot or something. Well, don't wait here; go on in, through the double doors, and make a right. The office at the top of the stairs."I wanted to ask her some questions, but she was already gone, down the walkway and out of sight around the building."I guess we. A woman has needs, and mine have built steadily. I worried that I would be left to satisfy myself for the rest of my lonesome life, gasping in the dark on my own fingers. Most called my hands graceful, and usually I agreed, but in the dark their slenderness was hateful. But I fretted for nothing. My thief was simply concerned with timing. The third day was Valentine's Day. I heard the old hinges shrill in my dreams, ringing through the fairytale rivers and fields, but slept on for the moment.. Flesh meets flesh as your hand slides up between my breasts, up my neck and under my jaw. My head is immobile, taken as your lips press down against mine again.My breath inhales sharply through my nose. It's what I wanted to hear. Your lips trail down my jaw and neck. Your hand releases me and moves down to find my breast. The warmth of your tongue joins it circling around my nipple, causing my back to arch to you. Your mouth assaults my senses, pulling my nipple into your mouth and sucking. Even theirsex. That's the best part for me, actually. I like big changes, andchanging someone's sex along with the rest of what they are makes it abig deal for them." He stops and waits for my response.To describe my situation as awkward would be a huge understatement. Whatcan you say to a claim like that? It's insane, of course, and I no longerwonder in the slightest why the writers he approached turned him down.But how should I handle this?There are a couple of possibilities. The man could be.