Sort of a' bookclub' with dildos. In fact, my mother has been dildo training one ofour neighbor's sissies, Alina, since the summer. ). Sex is sex. L...t theoutside world be uptight about it, here in the Matriarchy, I think womynshould fuck every sissy they want, hey I admit it, I'm a slut. Orperhaps it is better said, a 'sexual libertine.' Tonight was fantasticand you should go to France. I mean if you give a shit about myopinion. It sounds like a great opportunity, and......you. Finally I invited her to lunch and we nervously joked. Neither of us ate much. We spent most of the time talking and sneaking peaks at one another. Taking her back to her office, I finally asked if we could go out one night and she said “yes”. We set a date for Saturday night and the two days until the date seemed to blow by. When the night came, I picked her up after work at her office and we went to club where they played some nice music, stayed for a short time, then left and walked along. She drove a decent car, a Mercury, but it was a few years old. I traded my truck in for a van because of the kids. We needed more room than my truck offered. During all this talk, Robert said hardly a word. I saw his wife look at him a few times, probably wondering why he was so quiet.One day Cara came home from work and told me that there was a stage play she wanted to see. She asked Mary if she and Robert would like to go with us and Mary declined. After some prodding, Mary told Cara that. So I got dressed, and went about my day.The nails ended up being both more and less trouble than I'd expected.Some things were pretty easy with them, I made myself lunch, played somevideo games, operated the TV without any problems. But some things wereunexpectedly hard, like the working the button on my jeans. I spent mostof the day sitting around the house, living the lazy moping ex-boyfriendroutine that I'd originally intended for the weekend. I did indulgemyself by wearing Annie's.