Because I knew then that I could never have him. Ever.He'd explained to me that he was going to go all the way; take hormones, have voice lessons, ele...trolysis, the whole lot. He was, he said, going to have surgery.For a moment I'd entertained some brief hope that when he had transitioned (the term apparently coined to describe the whole, long process) he would be attracted to men. Then I realised that even if he was, it wouldn't help us any, because I doubted that I would be attracted to him. John and I will try to ignore you. You leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone."Joy interrupted, "Judy, you're making a huge ass of yourself." Fuck you, bitch! You slimy dog-fucking piece of crap. You incestuous whore. Stand up!" Joy stood with resignation. "Drop your pants, girdle, panties...fuck it, take off everything." Joy did so with casual aplomb. "Now stand on your chair." Joy climbed onto the chair and stood with her feet at the outside edges. "Now play with yourself while you admit. " He gestured with his goblet. "So why are you here makingdemands when you already know what my answer would be?"Charlie had binge-read the Gor books cover to cover over the past coupleof weeks, skipping over the pseudo-philosophical screeds and purple prosejustifications of assholishness and misogyny while looking for something,anything that might help him get Bob back to Earth, away from abusiveclowns like Arrass. He had learned a lot amongst the bullshit and wankfodder for idiots. One of the. I reached down and pulled my thong up. Then I turned around expecting to see my husband’s smiling and relaxed face. Victor was not there, but the other guy was. I asked him where my husband had gone and he said that Victor had gone to get some drinks…The guy smiled and said when Victor had left, I had asked him to fuck me, which he did not waiting for a second advise. He then told me: "Thanks, bitch"; he got out of the tub and left. I could not believe I just fucked some stranger; he had pumped.