" So tell me about New York. I've been all over the West Coast, but never even close to the Big Apple," I asked and she was off.Zoe could talk. And ta...k. And talk.But I enjoyed listening to her. She'd lived in New York all her life before moving here and thought it was an exciting place. When I'd first met her, I hadn't liked her, mostly because she complained so much, but the complaining had died down. I figured it was mostly due to culture shock, and now there was just excitement about her. The puzzling part of the request was that I come alone; that is, without Anslee or Sir Jorst.That part of the request was so intriguing that I would not have missed the meeting for the world, as the saying goes. Since I would be traveling alone, I decided to take my Winchester with me as well as my usual complement of arms. I flew to Horurie City in the flying machine that I normally used lately: the one capable of flying at higher than normal altitudes. There was no special reason, it just. Thats exactly what I had said. I began to see how the whole discussion had turned into a talk about public nudity. I needed to clarify this for him, he needed to know that it was not appropriate to be naked in public, but also that he need never be ashamed about his sexual feelings or his body. I figured Id jump backward in the conversation a little. Well, like I said before, some people do not want to see other people naked. Thats why we need to wear clothes when were around other. That was the appeal, of course. He’d long admired women who were as tall and strong as they were beautiful. In recent years, the emergence of Futanari and the growing popularity of women joining their ranks only added to the mystique of what was, in his mind, the perfect female dominant.Both women towered over his five foot, eight inch height. Was that the primary reason he’d developed a fascination with larger women? The almost comedic taboo of a large-and-in-charge female with a smaller man?.