“Allow me to finish,” she intoned sadly. “Though hardly equal, it has to be one life for one life. Your life for one of theirs. Which do you cho...se?”Yren’s eyes widened. “You can’t ask that of me,” he gasped. “I cannot choose one over the other.”“Yet, that is the bargain,” Bena-who-was-not replied. “One life for one life. I knew it would be a difficult choice, which is one of the reasons I pushed your rage beyond your ability to touch it – pushed all of your emotions just out of your reach.. " She pointed to his lap, to the obvious tent of his erection. "Does he have a name?"Max smiled at the playfulness of this. "Um. Yeah. It's..." He quickly leafed through a list of names in his head, struggling for anything that sounded right. Finally, he landed on one. "Dirk. His name is Dirk."The woman smiled. "Dirk, eh? I like that. It's a good strong name." Thanks," Max said. "I mean... Dirk says thanks." Does he? I can't hear him." She held a hand up to one ear, and made as if to listen. She had been with her best friend and lover Claudie and several of Claudie’s lesbian friends.Yvette’s exhibitionism was well known among Claudie’s friends and they had suggested that she visit this particular book shop, where many sexual acts occurred involving gay men, lesbians and especially the “dyke lesbian” community as well as straight couples. The book shop on a side street close to Boulevard de Clichy appeared identical to many in the area, but once inside the spacious store, it soon. More importantly, we would all get to meet new people and hang out with the ones we already knew. The weather was stormy. As our little mob of misfits waited for the bus the sidewalk was pelted with droplets of rain. I wore only a thin grey cardigan over my white tanktop paired with leggings and black boots, the droplets of rain had really gotten my clothes soaked. My dark red curls were damp and I really didnt want to be standing around out there anymore. Hey! Asha! before I had a chance to.