Maybe Icould use a spell to detect it? Monique's Grandma managed to see that Iwas a magic user just by looking into my eyes. That would be somethingto...work on.The rest of the week flew by in a blur of makeup, dresses, and dancepractices. Monique came to the session on Tuesday to see that it wasn'tso stupid. She wouldn't admit it but I did see her take down a phonenumber for a beginner's class when she thought I couldn't see.I tried to avoid using magic. The story that Monique's grandma had. The sperm sacs were full. 'I am going to remove your remainingsperm and freeze it'Cutting a few more tubes and tissues my right testicle was removed.I noticed that all the remaining tissue inside the sac had been scrapedout and, as I watched in both and an excited and awe filled state,Elizabeth deftly removed all the extraneous skin and sutured the littleremaining amount to form a new, smooth skin area where the sac had justbeen hanging. Ignoring my totally useless penis, the look was. This time Yanni stops me and tells me that we need to talk. To prepare my next part of this story, I must inform all you readers that although Yanni and I are husband and husband, Yanni is the gay that is effeminate. I am the gay that you would never guess I was gay because I am much macho. Outside appearences. Yanni and I have been reading about the science of gays. Yanni, since his early chilhood he knew he was gay. He always have said to me that he knew there was something wrong with him. She was lying on her bed, her back to the door; she was wrapped in a towel, her hair and skin still wet from her bath. I glanced to see what she was watching on TV, some credits were rolling across the screen, and then the action started.On the screen I could see a woman enter a bedroom, she was dressed in a sexy black dress, wore high heels, extenuating the length of her tanned legs. As she walked into the room she slowly pulled the straps of the dress over her shoulders, and peeled the dress.