You can't change it. Whatever I am now, whatever you changed me to..." -- and he knew she'd truly remade him into a campesina -- "I was a norteameric...no. I grew up as a boy in... in..." San Pedro? No! But she -- no, he -- couldn't remember! Already Graciela's words seemed to twist his past, and his... her... girlhood began to seem plausible. Suddenly he wanted to run. 'Lita wasn't helping, she was making his nightmare worse. But... but there was nowhere to run. 'Lita was right,. You take off your time and wrap it around my wrist and tie my one hand to the bedpost. You take my other tie and tie my other hand up too… You start playing with your breast through my shirt, squeezing them until your nipples are poking through them. You play with your nipples all the while I am watching you… You start unbuttoning the shirt, slowing, until the last button is undone. You pull open your shirt and expose your breast to me… You being playing with them again, licking your fingers. "Can't remember squire," I said, "We was down the Flying Horse trying to figure what to do about all these pedos when someone had a brain wave." Can't remember, how convenient!" he sneered."You try fucking remembering after twelve pints of Stella (Artois)" I replied, "Anyway it weren't as if we patented it!" And are we to believe you took no pleasure from this?" he asked."Yeah, course I fucking did," I told him, "The warm glow of satisfaction from a job well done!" That got a laugh."Mr. . . and she left that lingering for a few seconds. I asked, - but what?? she said - if the opportunity presents itself, would you let me?? - I probably would not, I fear that I may lose you and that I do not want that to happen. - Don't worry you will never lose me and now I know that if the opportunity does present itself I will not take it. And that ended our conversations regarding the apparent homosexuality of our new sexual fantasies. I got home, opened the garage door and I saw my wife.