I'd mentally come to terms with thefacts of my new life, but hadn't been confronted with any real aspects ofbeing a woman until now. With a slow, hes...tant hand, I scratched one ofmy breasts.It was rather surreal, feeling something that should not be there, yet isstill there. It wasn't sexually stimulating at all, I'd assume it's sortof like trying to tickle yourself. It was just another itch scratched,but in my mind, it was a massive hurdle crossed. I hadn't cried, I'd letout a sigh of. Even before Harry rang the bell, the door opened and a neat middle aged woman appeared. ‘Mrs Seagram?’ ‘That is me,’ she agreed in the precise accent of an Edinburgh Scot, ‘Clarrie rang to say you would be along. Let me show you your room.’ The room was in fact a small two roomed timber cottage, Harry guessed a converted old timber getters cottage, it consisted of a kitchen /sitting room and a bedroom. ‘I understood there were two of you.’ ‘There are but Freddy, she’s still in the ute…she fell. Vincent started playing with her breasts, and biting playfully at her ears. I could see her hips start to move in rhythm with his. Whatever the problem was before, it was gone now. She was enjoying what Vinnie was doing, and was encouraging him to move faster. It was very evident that he had done this many times before, because the young woman cried out in ecstasy, not once or twice but three times before Vincent stiffened and poured his essence inside the young woman, and she swooned, again.. " "All right. It'll just be a few minutes." She nodded and left. Luke stared after her until Sol smacked his shoulder. "What?" "Stop staring. You kids today. No manners." "Oh, knock it off." Luke rolled his shoulders. "I bet you've stared at plenty of pretty women." "I stared at one, then I married her. Watch yourself, kid. You're going down the same path, I can see it." He gave Luke a pointed look. "Sol, it hasn't been that long. And I don't think looking at someone means a marriage contract.".