I'll die rather than strip in front of all these filthy old men," screamed the woman."That is, of course, your choice," said Kate, and tapped her arm ...ith the neural whip. The woman uttered no sound at all, but dropped as though she had been poleaxed to the floor. Jacqui thought she must be dead, but she soon stirred a little and began to weep noisily. The two bouncers jumped on to the stage, obviously used to this happening, picked the woman up and quickly and efficiently stripped her. She was. But one thing happened, that he did not expect. He remembered one image and it kept coming back into his head. He eventually went to sleep and had a very restless night. The next day he had to go into the office and felt uneasy, self conscious, guilty, nervous and almost felt like everybody knew that he had looked at a porn site with cross dressers and trans people on it. Of course no one knew and a couple of his colleagues even asked if he was okay. On his journey home he couldn’t stop. He bent forward and braced elbows against the counter as he smiled at the proprietor who smiled back with a cautious gleam in his eyes. ‘Two of your specials there with coffee and orange juice, and two skimmed cheese croissants and two fruit bowls, but please hold the whipped cream. Oh, and two English Breakfast teas, please.’ Mac smiled and nodded just as one of his young waitresses returned to the counter and he looked at her. ‘Got that, Stella?’ he asked her, and she winked and smiled as. " No, no I don't have any problem with it," Joyce replied. "In fact, I've never even known anyone who was, and living in New York that's saying a lot. Please go ahead." Well, back when I was in my teens, I was still pretty unsure of my sexual orientation. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might have heard about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle still wasn't very socially acceptable. At least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling ... to make the choices that I.