” Someone wrapped rope around the blanket trussing me inside. Several pairs of hands lifted me from the ground and carried me up a couple of steps a...d through a doorway. I was dropped on to a yielding surface. My sandals were taken off and my legs towelled dry. There was a metallic click. My ankles were attached to each other. I could not speak because a hand had stuffed some of the blanket into my mouth. “Let’s see what sorry sort of Viking we’ve caught.” That was a different female voice. . Instead somethingelse comes to the forefront of my mind."I've had sex as a woman," I say dryly and bitterly."Don't do that Kim. You always do that. You know that was anything butsex. And it was thirteen years ago. And you're letting it define you." I'm not. I'm letting the fact that I was never supposed to be a womanin the first place define me." Well you shouldn't be doing that either."I sigh. "How did your sexual escapades suddenly become a conversationabout my inadequacies?" I'm not sure. ..? And I felt her leg brush up and down mine. “Well I was always the kind of guy who liked being surprised.”We got to her place and she played some smooth urban type music. We took a seat on the couch, chatting about non important things for a while when suddenly: “So what is it exactly you like about older women?” she asked while she was stroking the inside of my legs over and over again. I didn’t need to answer; my hard bulge did that for me. She started kissing my neck, giving little licks. ”“Even less time with you,” he said.“You could come with? I told you I could afford it.”“I don’t know.”“What?”“The kids?”“Constance.”“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “So we’ll go with Julia to San Francisco.”“Why?”“Uhm ... Rolling Stone?”“I thought that too,” she told him. “They moved to New York.”“New York?” his eyes brightened.“I thought you’d like that,” she chuckled. A moment later she asked, “What is Joanne going to do when you’re away in Chicago? She’s not coming with?”“No. She’ll come by on the.