. you... in my clothes, sucking his dick??? What kind of life would we have with this shit going on?" Becca let me explain," I pleaded."Oh please... please explain what I just saw to me, John" Becca demanded."I'm not gay, he forced me to do it." He forced you to put on my clothes and suck him off while fucking yourself into oblivion with a dildo? How'd he do that, John?"I opened my mouth to speak, and I realized my explanation wasn't going to be any better than the way it looked. I hung my head in defeat and shame."Fucking unbelievable! Ya know... you two are perfect for each other. Maybe you assholes should get married, because I'm done!"She took her engagement ring off, and threw it at me. She burst into tears as she stormed off.I sat there stunned. Not knowing what to say. Franklin put his junk away and zipped up. He grabbed me forcibly by the arm, and tugged me to my feet."We'd better move you to the far wing of the house, before anyone else sees you like this."I was too stunned. And deeper still were thebiological urges that drove me into Gerhard's embrace.Below that, where I struggled to dig it out, was the nervous jangle ofthe past 24 hours. The disappearance of Anna and Clarice. The sexchange. The flight attendant's mysterious smile. The cursory customsscreening. The way everyone casually ignore the discrepancy between myappearance and the photographs.And who knew how many other levels deeper my abused psyche would have todig to bring healing, if healing was possible. There in the dark, myhead whirled, both from the wine and from the gymnastics my thoughtswere doing inside my weary brain--in my brain--my brain--my ...I overslept. By the time I rolled over, Gerhard had the bags loaded intothe Crown Vic. He'd left me one of the colorful, form-fitting bikingtops but no bra. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, keenly awarethat Clarice's nipples were visible through the embrace of the Lycrastretch material.The hotel had set out a continental breakfast.
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