It is instead an exploration of the double standards and hypocrisy that exist in today’s society towards those people in the sex industry, the prost...tutes and brothel owners who see themselves as participants in a service industry that sometimes caters for those who would destroy it. I am aware that I’m going out on a limb with this story, but it is something that has been on my mind for many years and I feel that I have said nothing for far too long. Feel free to pass comment one way or the. . Thanks." Oh don't know, being a bloke isn't all that great most of the time." Hesaid cheerfully. "And anyway appearance aside you're the one who'sforever telling me I'd be better suited as a woman." Well, you are!" Cathy said. "You're a hell of a lot morestereotypically feminine than me."He laughed. "If you say so."In the years they had known each other Cathy had often teased Peter thatif he had not been a bloody bloke, he would make the perfect wife. Therewas more than a grain of truth in. She had her partners when she needed them but on working days she just wanted to get home, shower and sink into her sumptuous king size bed and sleep. The throb of the engine in her new Ford Mustang made her impatient to get on her way, so she threw her kit in the boot, removed her jacket and she was hitting eighty down the slip road within minutes of leaving the car park. Hip hop tracks rallied out of the stereo and she rode her driver's seat like a true professional. After a swift gear. Our first apartment was a duplex on a rural road. The neighbors were a family; mom, dad and teenage boy. They were quiet and seemed to stay in their place most of the time. We shared the laundry room between the units, each had a door to enter. Linda would always go through there in a towel or t shirt and panties to do laundry, all they'd have to do is open the door and there she would be- practically in their living room. Our bathroom was right there on our side. Sometimes I would leave the.