I've never told you this but Tony'ssaid a few times that he wouldn't mind giving you one, and I'm sure Johnwouldn't turn down the chance in return," g...ggled Laura.Latter that night Laura put her proposition to her husband. Tony being therandy sod that he is was all for it, on one condition. "I don't want thatlittle wimp John fucking you, he can lick you out, but that's he's lot. "Oh that's ok, from what Pauline has told me he's so tiny he wouldn'ttouch the sides. If you want we can have him. As she driftedoff to sleep, Susan hoped that she would dream wonderful dreams abouther new life. She hoped that she would be dutiful and diligent to hermen's wishes and, feeling the gently throbbing soreness of her arse,knew that she had started her vocation as a housewhore.The following morning, Susan's second day at the farm, she was awakenedby a knock on her bedroom door. Through sleepy eyes she saw it open andGrandfather entered.He sat on the side of her bed and wished her good morning. He. I changed my name to forget him. I changed my name to mark a new era in my life. The era in which no man could have my heart. I was a man-eater. I stayed in that same little apartment where all my memories lay. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I suppose part of me wanted to remember, so that my reasons for tearing apart my men would be justified. Whatever reason it was, I used that apartment and my bed to exact my revenge against all males dumb enough to be drawn in and. "I'm a girl. End of story." I know," dad says, looking increasingly uncomfortable. "But- oh god, Ican't believe I'm asking this- is there a chance you could, maybe,compromise?" How am I supposed to 'compromise' my gender?" I ask, confused andslightly angry by what my dad's asking."Well," dad stammers, "maybe wear something that's, maybe, androgynous?So you wouldn't be overtly female, but not overtly male, either?" Are you serious?" I ask, anger seeping into my voice. "Why should Ihide what I.