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 Meghan

   "Have a seat," I don't know what the glasses mean, "We need to talk
about Amber." but she's wearing them like one of those hair clip loop,
things.  We used to wear them, when I was a little girl, haven't seen one
in years.

   "What about him?" Sit down, shrug, shake my head.

   "Huh," she looks uncomfortable, which is weird, for her.  "Well, first
of all, she's not transgender.  She's a girl, oddly enough." Rolls her
eyes, "But she seems to have deep rooted psychological issues which drown
out any possible gender ones."

   "That bad," I could see it in her eyes, "Huh?"

   "I'm having trouble even narrowing down a primary diagnosis, but she
affects Anti-social, Borderline, Histrionic, and Narcissistic, traits.  In
no particular" alphabetical "Order.  There's just so much overlap, and
internal conflict, she might subconsciously pick one..." She remembers,
"Does she have any growth on her pubis?  It might feel spongey, but unlike
a Mons, it would be painfully sensitive."

   I shook my head, "So," mentally looked those up, "Personality
Disorders?" We've been reading up in her copy of the DSM-IV.  I'm not
bright enough to become a doctor, and even if I was, I don't have the
grades for a scholarship.  Swimming isn't like football for colleges, and I
suck at Dribbling.

   "There's no diagnosis." she sighs, "It's not in the book," Her
DSM-IV-Tr. "and I don't think the psychiatric community as a whole is set
up very well for unique cases.  It makes my job difficult, but I have some
experience with similar, people." Admittedly, both Men.  "So, I can explain
it, and tell you what to watch out for.  She's an emotional abuser, I'm not
sure what experience she has in that, but she doesn't suffer from it."

   "She enjoys it," that explains a little.

   She shook her head, "She learns from it.  Take your seduction, for
example.  She groomed you, and took advantage of your sexuality."

   "You make me sound like a victim!"

   She holds up her hand, so I sit back down.  "Victim/consent, these
aren't absolutes.  In the real world, with real people, but that's not
Amber's worldview.  Hmh.  She only sees 2 kinds of people, Victims, and
abusers, and I can tell she at least subconsciously decided which one she
wanted to be, some time ago."

   "You're telling me she sees me as a victim?" That doesn't make sense,
she loves me!

   "She hasn't made up her mind yet, AFAICT." She didn't spell it out.  I
abbrv, it helps a lot.  2 guesses who I learned that from?  "She lies,
she's pretty good at it, so there's always her real motives behind what she
tells you.  She's very good at explaining things, but biasing it by leaving
something critical out.  She also rolls her eyes to cover her lies, but
when she looks left," her left, "she's thinking of something to say.  Right
seems to be sincerely remembering, or processing from memory, but she
doesn't know her own tells yet."

   "So she's some kind of abuser." I started crying, "And a liar?" I felt
so betrayed, even though I can't remember any abuse?  I felt the sudden
need to dive into water, kick, pull, and breathe.  "Huhhhh, Hwhhhh."

   "She seems to prefer Emotional Abuse," she nods, "And fetishizes Sexual
abuse.  She's like a Child Molester, but not a Preferential Pedophile. 
Instead, she exploits people, looks for weakness, and gets off on taking
advantage of it."

   "But I'm not a child," I shake my head, "She's even younger than me." We
were going to get married!

   "Opportunists aren't exclusive to children, they just have more
weaknesses to exploit."

   "No she's not?" I bend my elbow over my eyes, "She can't be." soak into
my sleeve.  "Uhnhunuhuh!" I can't say anything more communicative.

   "She doesn't love you," she sighs, and rubs my back.  "She's trying to,
may even believe in it, but she's not capable of love, the way you, or I
feel it.  She loves the ideal of you, the image she has in her head, but
she can't understand you well enough to.  She, lies to herself.  As well,
actually no, first, and foremost.  If she can convince herself, she can
convince anyone.  Potentially, it can beat a Polygraph, if she learns to
truly believe it.  But not as long as she consciously thinks of an evasive
answer.  A half truth still feels like a lie.  That's unique, when it's
even plausible in the first place, but has been recorded."

   I just cried, while she thought to herself, out loud.  At some point, I
couldn't even pay attention any more.  I wiped my eyes, before I left.

   She looked up, and smiled at me.  The door hissed behind me, or the
weird mechanism at the top.  "Ruth, right?" She nodded, happily.  "You're
not waiting for, Maud are you?" This is the hard part, "You want to go grab
some coffee, or something?" There, I said it.  She runs the Addicts
Anonymous group, in the same church basement.  She's also Catholic, like
Larry, or

   "Recovering Catholic." I went to church, but ever since Santa, and the
bunny got outed, I never really had much faith.  How do people get addicted
to that?  "You all right?" She rubbed my shoulder.

   "Huh," I shook my head, "I just, found some things out about my,
relationship." Pretty much my only one since I moved here.  {Continuity
Note: From Florida, to see her/hir/Larry's Endochrinologist.}
"And you need to talk, to process it?" She stopped, "This is me." It was
like a car, with a truck bed.  )Ranchero) on the tailgate.  I don't know
cars, but it was different.  I hadn't seen many others like it, kind of old
with a blocky front end, like a taxi, or old police car.  I buckled up, but
the long door was heavy.  "What kinds of problems you girls having?" Can't

place the accent, at all, not even going to try.

   "Huh!' deep breath, "Maud makes her sound like some kind of monster.  It
just doesn't make sense." I started crying again, right away.  "It just
doesn't sound like her.  You think she could be wrong?"

   "Psychiatry is not an exact science.  She's more like an artist, but
fallible, yes.  Is it the gender thing?  We can hear you in group, even
back in that corner.  She just prefers to moderate, with as little
interference as possible."

   "I thought it was," I shook my head, "She's so." I don't know the right
words.  Agressive, sexual, predatory?  "I thought it was manly," the way
she acts sometimes, "and her fantasies, but Maud doesn't believe her."

   "Mhm?" She nodded, and pulled up to a MacDonalds.  "Yeah, lemme get a
large coffee, black, some sugars, and." She turned back.

   "A Coke?" She turned back, "No ice." Summer's pretty over.

   "A large Coke, no ice."

   "Do you want to upsize either of those drinks?"

   "Biggest ones you got," she pulled up.  "Sorry, you were saying?"

   "It's private," I sighed, "But, there seems to be some, I don't want to
say Violence.  It's not all whips, and chains, and stuff, but Maud says
it's 'Emotionally Abusive'."

   "Whatever that means?" She tucked her wallet back, and shifted back in
the seat.  Nice ones, comfortable, nothing like a truck's.  "It's tricky,
subtle.  Emotional abusers don't want to hurt them, that's too obvious. 
Why, have you been having abusive thoughts, or fantasies about Amber?"

   "No!" I shake my head.  The window slides open, so I hold that thought.
Don't want to just blab about this private stuff to some stranger.  "Uh, I
love her." I wet my dry throat quick.  "Ah!  Umh, that's what's got me all
confused.  Dr.  Santiago says she doesn't love me back, and I don't know
who to believe."

   "Maud has," she sighs, "Mental blocks, I guess.  She's different, but
there's all kinds of different.  So, you have Maud over here," she nods her
head to the side, but keeps driving, "And then there's other kinds over
there, which she can't feel very well.  She's a really very intuitive
person, but when that fails, all she has to fall back on is Analysis.  She
can do that too, but she has to think about it.  Did she mention a
diagnosis?"

   "Well, she only met Amber once," she didn't come back, but Maud says
that it requires trust, and Amber doesn't trust doctors.  "She said, 'Some
sort of Psychopathy', and a bunch of personality disorder for behavioral
traits." She hasn't opened up about that, yet.

   "And yet she picked up on this emotionally abusive mindset?" I nodded,
"That's a bad sign.  If even she saw it, that quickly, then there must be
something there to pick up on.  You're young," she rubs my shoulder again.
"And inexperienced?"

   I nodded, "Never been with anyone else."

   "Well Maud isn't."

   Ruth {Ff NS Fant.}

   God, I kept her at arm's length.  When all I really wanted was to hug
her, and kiss her, and tell her everything would be all-right.  But she's
only, what, 17?  She didn't look like any kind of Psychopath, or maybe it
was like that Hubert kid, an extended psychotic break, just an episode, a
phaze.  ?  And here I am, pushing 40, and God why does she have to be, so.

   ?

   I know my type, and while I ain't never hearda Congenital Adrenal
Hyperplasia before, I couldn't argue with the results.  Had to be nearly 6
foot, and I don't want to ask her how tall she is, how big those shoes
really are, give her too much encouragement, or the right idea.  I could,
make a move on her, if I wanted to.  I hope, no, I think I could, but it's
too inappropriate.  It's not just her age, she's got a girlfriend, and I
don't want to think that they're having problems, hopefully.

   "I don't know anything about this, psychology stuff." But I have to
admit that I am capable of emotional abuse, and Denial is probably my
biggest problem.  Of course, she'd probably reject me anyway.  She'd have
to make the first move, and I don't think she will.  "Can I drop you off
somewhere?" Pull up behind the cars stopped at a light.  She kissed me,
"Hm!" DAMN it!

   I pushed her back, "What?" She brushed her lip, and bit it, self
consciously.

   "Huh," green, I watched the cars a few seconds.  "Look, this isn't, it
wouldn't be appropriate.  I have issues too, and there's the Group rules."
Posted every meeting:

   1: This isn't a singles club.  We want to avoid any positive, and
negative reinforcement, so think about your urges, and get a second opinion
before you act on them.
2: Ask, don't assume.

   .

   .

   "I would have to talk to Maud at least.  As my therapist, and my
girlfriend before I get into, anything likeat.  I have issues too, but
you're so emotionally vulnerable right now, and that ain't right."
Irregardless of what it feels like.  "I, it wouldn't be fair to you,
picking you up on the rebound from another emotional abuser, and." And
she's just so young!  Something I never want to feel like is a child
molestor, and she's the type to shave.  "Uhn," don't cover your eyes, rub
them one, by one to keep them, and the car on the road.  "Let me think
about it, you before we get into anything." But I can't remember feeling
this excited, ever.

   "I don't understand that," she thought, "I didn't hear you're, abusive
to, I don't guess she talks about your relationship, with us patients."

   "She's a very private person," and I hate it when she brings work home
with her, "So, she compartmentalizes." She doesn't get it, so I sigh, and
turn in the general direction of her neighborhood.  "It doesn't work too
well on her, she's too good at it, and though it's not her, usual
personality, she's fully capable of bouncing it right back atcha." I took a
breath.  Let it out slowly, but didn't count to 7.

   "Well how does it work?"

   I reach out, and slip a curl for my fingers.  "I knew another dishwater
ginger once." Even though I'm a dishwater blonde.  She sighed, and blushed.
"See?  It's easy to insult someone if you say it right.  Like telling a dog
what a 'stupid boooy!' he is, and he just wags his tail like a puppy.  It's
like the slap, and kiss battered wife disorder, thing.  Only it's subtle.
It's too obvious when you hit them, I'm not violent, mind you.  More
defensive, and territorial, but I know what to say to hurt someone, and I
can't always hold it back."

   "You think out loud too." She giggled, but didn't cover her mouth.

   She's got great teeth, "It fosters co-dependence." I rubbed one of mine
with my tongue.

   "Dr.  Maud," that still sounds so cute when the kids say it, "Says I'm
getting a little of that?"

   "It's like the perfect victim, so manipulative personalities like to
instill it.  Your sexual harasser, positive reinforcement used negatively
like 'Hey, babe' from a stranger on the street.  With relationships, we
start off with the romance, and the act, but I ignore stuff that annoy me."
I look over, and she nods back.  "Huh!  I bury it, and let it go bad in the
back of my head until I hate them, drive them away, and blame them for it.
I can be a bitch, when I don't think about it."

   "Yeah," she nodded, "Likeat." Like that.  I let the breath out of my
nose.  She's not making fun of me, she's just young, and still picking up
on the way people talk.  "This is fine," I pulled up, and she jogged off.
Someone honked behind me, so I figured damn the gas, I need a drive. 
Climbing's not that hard, so I can just coast...

   "Huh!" She's perfect, really.  Remind you of someone, at that age?  Shop
nerd, instead of swim jock, but other than that it's the locker room,
instead of the closet, or the workshop.  Strap on the protective gear, and
wind up the power tools to drown everyone out.  Yes, empathy.  While, she's
not in here, right next to me, I can't smell her.

   I hit the lighter, and crack my window.  What?  It helps me think. 
Okay, it's mostly the other biker girls that judge me, I admit there's some
conflict between staying in shape, and destroying my lungs.  But I can
drink, and smoke, I know I have a problem.

   And everything has it's reactions.  Predictably enough, getting a
desirable self image didn't just come with more confidence, but also more
girls hitting on me.  Or any, I guess.  It takes some getting used to, even
when it's not a Girl.  With complimentary issues,..  and conflicting ones,
it's just so deliciously complex, which is probably the emotional
attraction.

   She's not broken, but what I see in her, the feelings she can't hide. 
She doesn't like her body, I don't know why, but I can understand that
feeling.  Honestly, she's gorgeous, in her clumbsy self conscious way.  I
didn't get to see it as much, standing in front of me, and looking back,
with attraction.

   So, the question is why am I uncomfortable, at all.  She's tall, and
beautiful, and young, and pretty, and.  "Huh!" Better drive back to the
office.  She won't be off for a while, but maybe I can slip in between
appointments.  I can't figure this out on my own.

   Meghan {iF Saph Camp}

   She picked me up, and I threw my new bike in the back.  "I've never been
camping before." I thought that'd get her attention, after trying all
winter.  "Hiking, yeah, but spending the night?" She'd said I didn't need
to bring any gear.  "Amber, and I didn't really have a curfew, but we
mostly went out in the day." Rednecks, among other things.

   Short drive to the Arroyo, past the BMX course, well Motocross first,
but they's moved up from there.  Fording the last of the spring trickle,
she parked behind a mound that we could dig out, and pat down to a pretty
good /T\able.  She pulled her bags out of the back, clipped them on, and
tied them onto her thighs.  Hand made, holster, and knife.  Right.

   "It's just a .22," she caught my eyes.  "For snakes, and dogs.  There's
some ferals down there, give me a hard time.  2 legged varmints if'n they
get ornery." Not Yosemite Sam, but maybe his lesbian cousin.  I laugh. 
"Not expecting bears, maybe the report would scare one off," she shrugs. 
"What?"

   "Balloo!" I laugh.

   "From the jungle book?" she thought, "I don't think I remember being
called a Bear before!" We both laugh.  "Grab your bike, it's down this
way." Alongside the creek, it kept getting bigger and we had to climb up to
the road for a bridge when it ran into the river.  Mountain bike, got some
longer cranks, but the seat all the way down.  Kind-of hard to keep up,
even with all her gear, on a Touring frame (Surley Long Haul Trucker, I
looked it up whenever I was researching.  For this.) especially in the
climbs.

   Beautiful trail, water alongside it most of the way, and usually in
sight.  Steep, and punishing though, this isn't a Trials bike, but a
hardtail.  Just shocks in the fork, dad didn't pay twice as much for the
one with a sprung rear.  Mostly downhill, away from the creek at the
cataracts in steep switchbacks.  Into the gorge, follow the water, it
always finds a way down.

   Woodier, and woodier, even some hardwoods by the water, the washes, the
occasional pool where a waterfall was high enough to dig them out.  Missed
most of those detouring for a less vertical decent.  Tricky, technical,
fun, no way to pass her in the narrow single track, and it's be suicidal
with that near cliff beside us.  So, lots of brakes.  Getting pretty hot,
even under the canopy, but I couldn't take my hand off to hydrate.  Didn't
think to bring my Camelback.

   Still pretty much spring, but more than warm, with the wind from our
speed to cool us.  Then another stream, but she turned up the service road.
I groaned, and shifted down, way down before swinging onto the single
track. "Uh!" Almost like a BMX ramp, all by itself, probably at least a
mile down from the gate, and anything else.  I couldn't even hear traffic.

   "You ready for the hike, or you want to take a break?" There's time,
apparently.  All weekend.  Grades, I have to do better, so school nights
count.

   "Huh!" I wipe my forehead, and drop my helmet, "Yeah, let me catch my
breath." She shrugs, and pulls out her pipe.

   "Pw pwh," she shuts her lighter.  "C'mere,"

   Her fingers shake, and I feel my heart pounding.  I don't care how old
she is, or what she looks like, but I can see her beauty.  And the way her
chest moves when she breathes.  She unzipped her top a while ago.  I sat
down, and she cupped my shoulder.  Leaning back, my hair brushed her arm,
and I settled back, relaxed.  She set her pipe down when it went out.

   "I've never been with a real lesbian before."

   "I know," she sighed, "In a word, patience.  No need to rush, whenever
you're ready." She rubbed my hand, "Whenever you feel ready."

   I'm bad at this.  But they're right there, and her hand follows mine up
to the side of her chest.  "Why do you wear a swim-suit?"

   "It's a surprise," she put her finger on my lips.  "Besides, I don't
want to pack underwear too." She closed her eyes, and let it fall, so yeah,
I took the hint.  "Mhh." Through her nose, I brushed her hair out of her
face, and palmed her cheek.  Soft warm lips.  British smile.  That's not a
compliment, I can get past it.  Sweet-tooth, too.  No hardware yet.  But
she tasted smokey, so I didn't mind.  Strong tongue, fought back, like a
thumb war, and her chest was warming up.  I never felt that, under my hand
before.

   "You mind," I felt down her tummy.  Firm fat?  I can't feel the muscle
through it, but I sure know it's there.

   "Oh," she chuckled, "You don't have to ask, honey." A gust hissed in the
leaves, and the spots of light flickered around us.  I couldn't chose, so
she lay back, and I turned up on my hip.  Her chest flattened, some, and
her tummy.  I pulled the cup back, and got one out.  "Mh," I kissed it, and
felt it pop.  Not real hard, but large, and hot with blood.  I played
circles around her tummy until I felt the little dip.  Maud told me, 'She
can drive, but you have to get her going.' And this drives her wild.

   "Nh," she giggles, "NhHnHnHN!" And pushes my hand.  "A little further
down, honey." Her knees come up, and she pushes off the ground, so I help
her out of her pants.  One leg, then the other.  "Put them under me." She
sat back sown.  Or relaxed, and let her leg down.

   Matching bikini, oddly enough.  Dark green, not really a girl's color,
or the Army's.  Just a simple bikini, tied on the side.  "Hm!" Hairy, but
cut short, and it felt like just on top.  I brushed it with my palm, and
cupped the soft flesh underneath.  Really very soft.  "How, do." She took
my other hand.  Curled up my pinky, and first finger.  "Oh." I nodded, "I
know this one." Felt the wet spot, we won't need lube, she told me.  I felt
some out to wet her higher.  Really have to hunt for it, but she grunted
when I found it.

   "Nyeah." I dipped more out, and rubbed it around, got her lips, and,
skin.  She really has a lot of it, wet.  She felt down, and rubbed at it so
I went back in.  "Mh, yeah."

   "I know," I rubbed her shoulder, then further down.  I bent over held
her nipple to suck it some more, but it wouldn't come in enough to hit it
with my tongue.  So, I opened my mouth wide, and covered my teeth with my
lips.  "MhuhUH?" She was excited, and I was thirsty, so i kissed my way
down her tummy.  I liked it, I thought I might not, but I guess because I
was always told I was supposed to.  And it's not all fat.

   Her boobs are fake, and I don't know how to feel about that.  She lost a
lot of weight, and 'Had to backfill' but they feel weird.  I might have to
get used to them.  I want to, though, and the nipples still work, so I
shrug, and climb over her leg.  Wow, sweaty too, even outside, but fresh
and a bit body-odery.  I'm an athlete, who am I to complain?  I don't pull
my hand out, shes so close already, so I just move my fingers, and I think
I've got the gist of it.

   "Snh!" That other sweat, but she still tastes salty, without even an
afternote of urine.  No, this is Ruth, don't think about.  Ruth, I want to
say it, but not with my mouth full.

   "Oh, woAH!" she took a deep breath, and moaned so loud it sounded like a
howl.  Not even going to try to spell it, they don't make the right vowel.
Almost reminded me of a hound, or some other creature I'd never heard make
a sound like that.  My fingers slipped on her lips, and I shook a drop off
my knuckle.  Well, she helped, she wasn't exactly holding still under me.
"Uhm" she pushed my hands back, "That's good, huh!" she licked, and sucked
at my fingers.  "Mh huh!"

   I wondered if I'd ever come like that!

   Ruth {Fi NS}

   "You mind if I," rubbed her tummy through her shirt.  Oooooooh!

   "You don't have to ask, neither," she looked over and bit her lip, "But,
if you don't mind if I take a dip?"

   "Sure," I sniffed, "I'm getting a little gamey too."

   "Huh?" we laughed.

   "Well yeah," she helped me up, and I grabbed my, things.  Glad she likes
them, they rinse out fine.  Tied on, she's already down at the water,
dropping her denim shorts, and pulled off her tank top.  "Uh!" Single
piece! Shaking my head, I pull out the poncho, towels, and unroll them. 
The pipe runs out, so I tuck it back with the lighter.  Listen to her
splash in, laughing.  Kind of a tenor, what do I know about pitch, but deep
for a girl.  And so tall.  Look to the heavens, "Thank you!" I don't lace
up my boots to climb down.

   Tanned too, in between the freckles on her shoulders, and neck.  I love
her haircut, wish mine weren't so damed curly.  Shrug, I better get the
funk off, and out before I chase her off, so I find a root, and hang on. 
The current isn't that bad, but she just treads water, forward, and keeps
up.  In my wake, I just kind of lay back, and float.  "So how's you, and
Amber?"

   "Didn't work out," she shrugs, and sweeps her hands back for a double
kick.  It's hypnotic really, so graceful, like a jellyfish?  "I can't
satisfy her, she's a psycho, byegones."

   My head perked up, "~Fish?" {Alley Mcbeal}

   She nodded, "It's on Netflix."

   "I know!"

   "Right?  I heard you liked that show, and I didn't know there was
lesbians in it."

   "Debatable, actually." I shrug, "Okay, Anne Heche did a picture perfect
Tourettes," we had a girl like that, at St.  Agnes, "And Portia de Rossi.
Uhn!"

   "I know, right?"

   "Well, she's like.  Gay isn't the only way that can happen, and Ellen,
you don't have to be gay to love Ellen."

   "She's funny."

   "The dish," she laughs, "Oh that's mostly a gay thing, but you know, the
hollywood gossip?" I wiggled my finger.  "I'm not a People," Magazine
"Person.  But yeah, I'm up on queer culture."

   "That kiss though," ?  "Alley Mcbeal?"

   "Yeah, that's not gay.  Neither of them were, so it was more like
Hollywood Brokeback gay.  Uh," I rolled my eyes, "The only one gay involved
in that whole project played the homophobe.  It was written by a Jewish
spinster from the Bronx, and there's things in there that're
dangerous-to-abusive if you tried it in real life." It's a pain in the ass,
really.  "Quaid," ?  "Randy Quaid." I rolled my eyes, "So anyways, it's
like porn.  Softcore sure, but they don't make it for us.  Men make porn
and all that objectifying media for each-other, but they don't really care
about us girls.  Lesbos are hot, though, so the vast majority of FF is
written by guys with no idea what the fuck they're talking about."

   "Oh." She thought, "What kind of girls you like?"

   "Hehuha!" Not at all like that Bert perv's chuckle, "This is going to
sound like a line, but you're perfect.  No really, I always had a thing for
tall beautiful model types," I looked up, right for a memory, "Uhm, I think
my first crush was actually Grace Jones." ?  "Uh, you ever seen Conan the
destroyer?  Hmh, tall black girl, 'View to a Kill?' Nevermind, lemme see.
Okay, Portia, got that one, Callista Flockhart.  Oh yeah, Iman, she went
out with Bowie too." She blushed.  "Bowie, that's still pretty fucking gay,
I got a rule, the Bowie rule.  It trumps all others, it ain't cheating if
it's Bowie."

   "Girls?" I rolled my eyes.  "I like that Fashion!  song."

   "Whatabout you?" I shrugged.  Probably never happen anyway, but 'Knowing
is half the battle!' ~G.  I Joe!

   "Julia Roberts.  What?  Amber always reminded me of her, or her smile. I
like older ladies, uhm?" chewed her lip, and looked up.  "Huh, I never
really thought much about it really, there were some teachers at my school.
All of them straight.  hwH!" She blew her bangs, and leaned back to sweep
them with the water, but had to breast-stroke back up to her.

   "We better head up," I turned back from the wash, "Daylight." Deena
Meyer.  That's who she reminds me of.  I snap my fingers, now why was I
even thinking about Amber?  If I were casting a movie though, that's who
I'd get to play her, with a bleach, and dye job.

   She turned, threw an arm over to swim to the edge, pushed herself out
with a grunt, and reached down.  "Need a hand out?" Other than the grunt to
pull herself out, it was effortlessly,

   "Graceful!" I bit back no, I've got it.  I wanted her hand up.  "We
better go soon," I put my hand over my eyes, "If we're gonna make with some
light left." So she can see the surprises.  I made them for me, but I bet
she'd love both.

   "Where're we going?" she ran up like a BMX biker.  I'm guessing a
cruiser, at least.  I handed her up the bikes, she helped me up.

   ?  She doesn't have to ask half the time, just make that face.

   "Back there." I waved to the brush wash, and she found the camo net
behind it.  "My place.  We've got a place up in The Heights too, but
whenever I need to get away," or take someone away for a nice romantic
weekend.

   "I bet it's beautiful," she leans down, and kisses me.  So, we get all
dried off, and dressed, and packed up.  She pulls her weight.  "I like your
bags." I zip in the poncho with the suits wrapped in the towel.

   "Thanks," I turn my thigh, "This one's made for cameras," and a lens,
I'm not photographer, but "Goodwill.  They're a bitch to get balanced." I
start up.  "Scrambling, and climbing is good exercise.  So's swimming, and
biking, but this works out everything, eventually.  I think it makes for a
more practical body."

   "Uh huh?" She held down a hand.

   "I don't need your help out here, honey.  I like it, I love the gesture,
but this is my trail.  I beat it myself, carried up a 30# pack of tools,
and harvested entire logs 'round here." I pointed at the crater left by
that downed Pinyon from the other month.  Took a couple springs to get it
high enough.  "It's almost finished, in that perfect perpetual almost
finished I hope I can keep a lifetime."

   "Uh," she's out of breath, "You own this land?"

   "Maud's got some lawyer friend looking into the whole legality of it,"
Squatters rights, "I can camp here, and if they don't catch me in 3 years,
I own it." Not that I recognize their authority over me.  I'm not a legal
person, in their system.

   "And you'd really move out here?"

   "I'd spend the rest of my life out here if they let me, but not alone."
For instance, my right to marry.  I don't want to adopt her.  "Larry
doesn't like it down here either, but if you don't like this you won't love
me.  It's a package deal, baby."

   "Sounds kinda nice, really."

   Meghan {...}

   Okay, how can she smoke, carry her, and her gear up this hill, and keep
talking the whole time?  "Uh huh?" Huh huh huh...  "What altitude is this?"

   She shrugs, "bout the same as in town.  So anyways..."

   "Uhn!" She makes me look out of shape, and I hate it.  We're going to
have to hike back down, then ride our bikes back up, tomorrow, night, at
the latest.  Maybe sunday.

   "Here we go," she helped me up the lose wet sand.  Like quicksand, only
slowly washing down a crack in the hill.  "What do you think?" She doesn't
have a house.  Just some piles of stuff under some leaves, and another one
of those flappy net things, and some tarps.  "Can you start a fire?" She
puffs, and holds back her lighter.  I turn around, and drop it.  Brass,
okay there, pick it up.  They mentioned she thought of herself as an
artist. Might have even said Sculpter.

   "Wow." She looked back, "Is that you?"

   "It's supposed to be The Goddess.  Still working a lot out, on her."
Looked like her, body.  Not up to the face yet, there's a head, but there's
even bark where the face should be.  "Here," she handed me a baggy of
sawdust, and wood chips.  "I figure Creation was part of her aspect, so
went for pregnant.  I found the perfect stump up here."

   "Next to a waterfall?" It's really more of a, what's the word, it
doesn't fall that far, and there's not much washing over it.

   "No, I built the dam." I got up next to it, which made me tall enough to
look over.

   "How deep is it?"

   "Deep enough to swim?"

   She nodded, "I don't touch the bottom unless I dive down, but you
wouldn't make it very far." There was a couple trees growing out of it,
then the slopes start back up it in the back.  Little trickle of creek,
kind of folded together.  "Not much current..." She was tying a tarp to
some trees, I looked up, and saw green needles, it was still growing.

   All green tarps, she took another one over, and tied it to another one.
Then she unfolded another one and tied it up.  Well, not getting that merit
badge, my brother was a scout.  So, I set her bright orange Bic on a rock,
and just climbed up to watched her, resting my arms on the log in the top
of the bank.

   Meghan {Ff Pheb, Mole.}

   "Mh?" Her fingers were cold, but so soft.  Just the tips weren't rough,
but she had to get them real wet with spit in her mouth.  She doesn't like
to kiss, I think she's ashamed of her teeth, but she loves my nipples, and
bats away at them with her tongue.  Sucked in, popped out, bulging with
blood, I can almost feel my pulse in them.  She breath on my chest, and the
deep pounding.  Thudding in my ears.  Her tongue moves back, and I gasp,
feel her damp fingers brushing up to her thumb.

   Just the edge of the tip, her smooth nail rolls back the skin, and she
holds it back behind the head.  "Nh!" She pushes it between her
fingerprints, and pulls the skin out over it, with them.  "Nguh!" I try to
take a breath.  "Uhuh!" Amber never touched me like this, I didn't know
how, but it was almost like.  "Huh!" Jerking off the way she pinched, and
pulled on it.  "HnhHhHhH!" Her fingers sank into my wetness, and my leg
flopped on, my other leg, the bottom one.  "Ah," I grabbed under my but,
"Cramp!" She just relaxed, and held still while I pinched, and rubbed it
out.  "H!  Hih hinH!" I caught my breath, and swallowed.  Her fingers
twitched back, inside me, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "Oh!" She gently pushed my hip down, and bent my knee.  I pulled my
other one up, under her, climbing over.  Brushing me with her soft curves.

   "Hmmm!" I took another breath, and held it.  Felt her breath on my lips,
her licking her fingers, on either side of my tight stretched lips. 
Between them, the tip of her tongue slipped up, and I felt her lip roll
over her teeth.  My skin, pushing back to the bone, pinching me, my.  I
don't try not to think about it, but.  It's not a boy, it's a little man,
in a boat.  I can't fuck anything with it, it's not like a penis, I can't
even pee through it.  Or standing up, there's all this stuff in the way. 
it really makes a mess, honestly.

   My wrinkles squish wetly around on her tongue, and she pulls back, to
suck on it.  It in, she moves her fingers enough to touch it with her
tongue, between her lips.

   "Augh!" I like her haircut, the unruly mop of curls, no red in them. 
Not toilet water ginger, a tampon floating in it.  Golden, with a little
rust maybe?  Gold doesn't rust, but if it did.  I bet it'd sparkle like
Ruth's twisting in the sun when she turns her head.  It looks like Amber's
in the firelight, though.  "Hnnnnnh!" Double!

   "You mind?" she kneeled up, put one leg up on the foot next to me.  I
looked up her thick soft thigh to her beard.  And another thing.  Amber was
just too little.

   "So," I sat up on my elbow, "How do you be butch?" I listened to her,
mostly.  I didn't say anything else, with my mouth full.  But I thought it,
"Ruth!" You know, that's not a very girly sounding name?  "Hmh!" I couldn't
think any more, with her soft hair flesh pressed against my nose.

   Maud {TH NS}

   "NO!" The punched, and grometted manuscript flapped like a bookbird.

   "Close," She slammed it, and I slipped out of my heels.

   "THIS VERSION IS BULLSHIT!i!i"

   "Calm down," I stood up, but kept my arms at my sides.  "Don't get,"

   "UH!" Violent.  I sidestepped, along the wall from the desk corner, and
she threw herself on the couch.  I swear, we're across the room from
each-other the whole time.  Which is good, because She could probably hit
me from there before I could react.  'nHNt!' Into her elbow.

   "Huh!" I pull the chair out from the corner.  "Now." Sit down, "What did
she get wrong?"

   "Hm?" An eye, a rather wet one.  No way I'm saying the name.

   "Huh, h." Deep breath.  "Huuuuuuuh."

   "Oh, uh," wipe, sniff, wipe, "She didn't, she never um."

   "You didn't get off?"

   "I didn't even get turned on!" Huh, think, scoff, "Huf" bangs bounce. 
"I didn't know, I thought there was a girl that liked me, uh!  Uhn?" o7,
she literally put the back of her hand to her forehead, unironically.  I
didn't know whether to giggle, or gasp.

   "Mhm?" She can feel it pop out, that's how she knows.

   "Nh?" I waited.  Okay, time to process, I thought it was a pretty
entertaining lie, and she's not the easiest to communicate with under the
best of circumstances.

   "Huh," she should drink something, "What happened?" Water cooler.  "Can
you give me a hand with this?" She basically picked it up, and carried it
in.  Set down the empty cup.  "Flashback?" Doublefacepalm.

   Amber, or anti-Amber, we're lucky this isn't a crater.  So big, strong,
vulnerable, superficially everything she wanted to affect, but not an
abusive bone in her body.

   Stone sober, and gritting my teeth.  Need to detox before I can start
all over again.  Hiatus, not even diagnosing for a couple months, but she
doesn't need to talk it out.  "The shower?" Wince.  "Sorry."

   "NHNHNHNH!" I need a bigger office, or more stuff to soak up the echos,
maybe some of that dampening tile, when I have money to spend again.

   I turned to the door before I thought about getting up.  "Uh," o7 "I
can't do this any more!"

   I need a gangbang.  Well, maybe not need, that's what I felt like at the
time.  Maybe just one, or some point between those extremes.  I don't even
know any more, see what I can pick up at the leather bar.  Relationships, I
never could handle relationships.  Get all the drama out of the way on the
way to bed, get off...  If I could get one to leave a mint on the pillow,
that would be great.

   I don't know what I need.  And I have nobody to ask.  I need help, go
back for the fucking rolladex.

   Meghan {fF Rape Trig Flash Virg.}

   [No Swimming:] nlm.

   [Dangerous Current]

   PWRL!  Ruth dropped me off, so I looked for my bike, then managed to get
to the Riverside Park.

   "HuuUH!" Reach, pull, kick, "Huh!"

   Reach, kick, pull.  "Huh!"

   Reach, Kick, Pull.

   .

   .

   "Huh!" On automatic, it's downhill, but rolling would be faster, of
course.  What does she say?  "Coast." It washes my tears away, rushes
through my hair, around my shoulders, under my body, between my legs...

   "Nh!" Catch the breath on the next stroke, "Huh!"

   Ruth didn't know.  I've heard, she even admitted to it, but never had a
kind word about me.  She loves me, my body, my eyes, my freckles, but. 
That little waterfall, we got some rain, and I didn't even think about
switching to baths, after I quit swim team.

   "Huh!" Then she touched me.  Not like that, just on the shoulder then
she held me while I cried.

   "Uh!" catch the next breath.  It all came rushing back to me, and.  God,
I thought if I read her version of it, I could understand how she thinks
but.  "Fuck!" I breast-stroked to a coast, or half stroke to catch my
breath, without the dives.  What is it, a couple miles to the landing?  No
rapids until then, I think that's Main Street Bridge, look up, yeah,
see-through grate.

   "HuuuUHH!" Dive, reach, kick, pull, "Huh!" Crawl...

   It hurt.  God it hurt so much, I felt something break inside, and her
fingers.  She was more gentle after that.  After she raped me.  "Huh!"
Kick. She showed me, the blood on my fingers, and it ran down her arm.  The
water hissed in the locker room, steamy, it was so close in that cell.

   "Huh!" WHRL!  "Huh!" WHRL!  "Huh!" WHRL!...

   How could I let her?  She surprised me, and I didn't know.  Convinced me
she wanted to be my friend, be gay with me, not make me a victim.  "Guh!"
WHRL!  Let it wash it away.

   She wrote my side of it, all twisted around like Meganekko, only instead
of sorting out all the conflicting feelings, she must have projected all my
love on her, and all the pleasure on me.  Right, Narcissistic, she's
irresistible, everyone loves her, because she's awesome, in her head.

   Maybe I need to rewrite it, ad back all the predatory abuse,
manipulation, no first corect her lies.  Tell my side of it, why should she
have her say, make me out as a lovestruck puppydog crush instead of what
really happened?

   What really happened?  What was I?  Lonely, avoidant, confused, bullied.
Not physically, even the boys were scared of me after I took up fencing. 
Maybe I should change Krav Maga back to that?  No, that ruins the Semitic
angle, I'd have to gut it, and start over from scratch.

   But this isn't fantasy, I don't need fiction, I need to face reality,
the real memory before I re-write it completely.  So, backburner my
literary pretentions, and face this.

   She raped me.  I'm her victim, then I somehow let her convince me
otherwise.  We weren't lovers, she didn't love me, she can't, it isn't in
her, she's heartless.  I didn't want to believe Maud, "No, it can't be
true, she can't be." A monster, she doesn't look like a monster.

   And that's another thing, she lied about her age.  Always, but she
wasn't underdeveloped as a freshman.  Hell, I wondered how many years she
must have been held back, she was more physically mature than any of the
freshmen, or even some of the Juniors.

   "Huh," WHRL!

   How old is she, really?  Dr.  Maud shared some things, she looked unsure
whether she should have, ethically.

   "Ha!" WHRL...

   Not her records, but the diagnosis of said hystery.  Kind of hard to
follow, changing names with each adoption, foster home, children's
services. Shake a random image of Tilda Swinton out of my head.  Missed a
stroke, so "Huh!" Breast, WHRL!  Crawl, "Huh!"

   I get more breath out of the Breast Stroke, but it wears me out too
fast. The crawl is more efficient, but I find that I can't actually sustain
it, and cry at the same time, so I roll out of the next stroke, reach back.
"Huh huh huh..." Not like I was paying attention to where I was going
anyway.

   Made it out of town.  Not downtown, but her office is downstream from
it, and I tread water for stability when I get to the mouth of the
tributary.  It's a creek, really, but it's been raining, and I've never
seen the banks so low.  Nor it, from this angle, we usually pedaled, or
drove over that bridge.  Thought about trying this before, and I was right,
it's a hell of a workout!

   Roll back, "Huh!" reach back, pull, "huH!" kick, reach back...

   "Shit!" Ruth's pickup car, flip under, and turn, nothing to kick, get
over, wow.  Underestimated how fast it is, after a rain.  Good thing I
didn't try this from the dam.  "Huh, huh." Grab a root, and swing out to
the bank.  "WHUH!"

   Yeah, maybe work up to swimming clear through town.  Catch your breath.
"HhHhHhH!" Shiver a little, it feels like shock, stretch, breathe.  I've
still got the hike back up to the campsite to go.

   "Huh huh huh!" Stop, and catch my breath on the hood.  Locked, of
course, I saw the steering wheel, and dash, not the radio.  I remembered
that song she played for me.  "But look at yourself" my voice cracked,
"You'll see you're still so young!.." {EC - All Grown up (MLAR)}

   .

   .

   {\Meganekko: If that doesn't set it up for you, gender's getting pretty
fluid from here on out.  Story Codes: it Herm Futa Pseu Saph/Gays Trans
Gend Anal.  ?  ??  ????  ...}

   Mega {it???}

   "Whacha writing?"

   That guy, "Larry?" Used to be a girl.  Short, emo, bygones.  "A fantasy.
You know, when me and Amber were going out?" Maybe a little Tourettes?

   "Yeah." Conflicted.

   "It helps me think, projecting it onto characters, the degree of
separation."

   "You mind?" I shook my head, and let him have it.

   Wondered how much he'd be able to follow, "When'd you start hanging out
down here?" How's he getting back, pedaling all the way up That road?

   "Hiano," he shrugs, "Two Megans?" He giggles.

   "I can separate, huh my experiences between them."

   "Uhuh?" He grins, and flips to the second page.  "Hm.  Clean this up and
you might could publish it." He talks, and reads at the same time.  Sinks
down, pulls out his cigarettes, and a lighter, swings his hair out of his
eyes.  Smiles.  "Romantic?"

   "With the way, she."

   "She sexualized you," He looked up, nodded seriously.  "Took advantage
of your innocense." I took his word for it.  He looked back down.  It was
weird, watching him grow.  I mean, I'd seen people grow before, kids, but
it was weird how he did it.  Might not be done yet, really rather
androgynous.  "I'd have to proofread it, of course.  The one Megan, her
English should be a lot better, might help sort them out too."

   "Right?" He gets it!  Amber liked to think of herself as a writer.  "You
still staying with Maud?" He nods, "If you want to borrow it, I'll get back
to you." Just jumps on his little 20" and rides off.  I've got plenty more,
but this was the latest, and most complete.  Closest to, something, I don't
know how to write about yet.

   "Huh," I shake my head, "Uhahahahaha!"

   Larry {ti NS}

   She didn't race me home.  Good idea, smart but hides it well.  In group,
everyone looks at her, but she doesn't say much.  Terrified of Amber, whom
I don't know much beyond Anhedonic Nymphomaniac, and how does that even
work?  Maud has so far failed to explain it to me.  So maybe pick her out
of here, but it's already looking like she displaced all that aggressive
sexuality on the older one.  Trying to wrap her head around that one?

   And Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia.  Looked it up, consulted my
endochrinologist, way over my head.  Side effects of prenatal Aldosterone
may include clitoral hypertophy, even micro-phallus!  And she's gay. 
Identified as, anyway, all these gender things even without sexuality
thrown in, "Huh!" Catch my breath.

   Keep reading, and try to keep in mind how it actually happened.  Raped
in the shower with her fingers on the second date, how romantic!  I'm not
in denial, so I pick my battles.  I like how the cooking, and everything
ties in.  She loves to cook, for nutrition or at least talks about it. 
Might be the only way she can eat.  Near anorexic, I know what that's like,
or Exercise Bulemic.  I wonder what her home's like?  She's never talked
about it.  All this compartmentalization is overloading my capacity to keep
track, so I set it down on the coffee table, go out back, pull out the
loose brick over the cinder-block, for 'Bert's stash.  He doesn't keep it,
he comes in to self-medicate.

   I take a good sip, hold it in until I cough, and head back in the
garage. Monsterous self image issues.  Nothing triggering, but the big
gorilla in the room.  I guess, breathing down her neck.  Or Hem.  I guess
if I had to pick a pronoun, it would be Hem to Maud's hir.  Herm?  Thing
is, I think I want to be a boy, but what if that's too far?  Or I can't get
that, idolized image, and settle for less.  I grab my pants, and flaunt it.

   She's not manly, she's tall, and strong, and may have some clitoral
hypertrophy.  I have that, maybe not like hers, but she's gay, right?  And
Amber's banned from Group, with Bert, I guess.  Bert, and Amber, I can
actually see that.  He needs her, about now, I'd bet.  Rebounding from that
afternoon with Maud.  I wonder if she's going to get her bike or coming
straight here?  It's a long way, either way, but I've never seen her take
the bus.  Seen her on her bike too, just not chasing her on that without a
motor.

   Wonder where she got the Gary character?  Might have to ask.  Mmm,
Mirrorshades.  I took it in the spare room (With Ruth moved out to her
studio/camp) Did the search, not the Age of Consent, got that but, Molly
Millions.  Self image, or potential self image, what kinds of nails does
she have?  Hm, Neuromancer, Burning Chrome.  Bookmark those.  "Cyberpunk?"
I had wondered.

   <<<< [Clitoral] It finished for me, from memory.  (Click]

   Image search, all the wonderful shapes and sizes of genital deformity.
Most of them were not appealing.  "Mh!" With exceptions.  Close that out,
head back downstairs.  Some of those were madeup sites, didn't mention
Suicidegirls.  Left out Goatse, Tubgirl, right.  Manga.  Manga girl,
Meganekko.  Maud's secondary office, I pulled out drawers until I found a
pair of reading glasses.  I flipped open the notebook, peered over them to
read.  Check.  "Huha!"

   Yeah, I can do this, I wonder who's gonna lead?

   Mega {it Nude NS.  I Solo.}

   Right, up here.  Been a few times, for the barbie que, and the like. 
It's a climb out of the gorge.  "The Heights..." of something something. 
Plateaus after that into surburban, and semi-rural to seasonal desert. 
"Huh!" Hydrate.  Dirt road to the trail, and the BMX jumps down in the
Arroyo.  Should've paced myself, and stopped at that gas station for
another bottle.  I filled it at the spigot, and wiped my face with my wet
hand, caught my breath.  Now, I may be a little slow some-times, but I had
plenty of time to think, and I hope he knows how to lead.  Him, I can call
him that with that little peach-fuzz, and unnaturally cracking voice.  No
idea why a girl would want to do that to herself on purpose.

   "Mega?" the garage door opened.  I hope I never get tired of being
called that.

   "Mhm?" I looked around the side.

   "Come on," he waved his hands, and dropped the remote on top of a file
cabinet on the way in.  By the back door, the garage rolled closed behind
me.  She has a nice yard, lots of shade in the afternoon.  "Cyberpunk?"

   "What about it?" I shook my head.

   "Is that what you are?"

   "Um," don't think that's an actual subculture, "Yeah, I guess that would
be cool."

   "You mind?" He tries on my shades, and grins, I giggle.

   "They're, well actually, they are shaped right for, hm." He has a
jawline.  Not quite corners, but an obtuse angle.  He nods, sits down. 
Picks up his cigarettes.  Upwind, okay, it's still pretty hot back here. 
"Huh!" Okay, don't just hold your hands together between your thighs, or
jerk up awkwardly.

   "Relax," hand up.

   "What do I." I shiver.

   "Nothing, just breathe, good.  Huh, okay we don't have to do anything
but we don't need to keep avoiding each other, eIther." I don't know the
difference between Either, and eIther.  "Let's just talk, you feel better?"
Well it feels like Shock, actually.  "I like your story.  There, I said it,
wouldn't change a thing except maybe tack on an ending, and fix their
names," and a whole lot of grammar.

   "Self image."

   "Huhah?"

   I giggled, "I, uh, why can't I even talk about this?  I get it, I know
I'm incredibly attractive but why can't I just Feel it?"

   "Attractive?" Smiles, and looks up, "Well this is going to sound
incredibly conceited, but maybe you haven't heard it from the right
person?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You're gay, right?  Right, but you're not a girl.  You're not a guy,
neither, but you have to accept, and feel attractive about all of you. 
That's why you don't feel sexy, you don't understand your sex.  You're
unique, so you should probably define that identity."

   "You don't," I realized, "Look at me like that." I mean, he looks at me,
but in the face.  Up to me, obviously, but I never catch him, out of the
corner of his eyes.  "I'm a spandex girl, I am.  It's comfortable.  Drape
something over it so I don't have them snapping at my heels, but you're
saying I have to accept my gender?" Maud told me.

   "No, you have to know what you're accepting.  Look at it, come on, you
look in the mirror?"

   "Sometimes," brush my hair out of my eyes.  He takes the shades off, and
tucks them in the front of his shirt.

   "Close the," Patio door, right.  Blasting with air conditioning, it's
like hitting the water from the starting platform.

   That's a lot of mirror.  2 of them, I laugh, and point at "The closet!"

   "Heha!" He nods, "To form a self image it helps to first see it in front
of you.  There, that's what you have to work with.  Now," He taps me on the
shoulder, and I step back from him, naked behind me.  "Calm down, this is
anatomical, not sexual." Stands up in front of the mirror, "See?"

   I looked.  He was short, not very hairy, but up front.  Nothing really
hanging down.

   "So?" he didn't flex, or anything.

   "So, try it." He stepped out of the way.

   "Naked?" I shook my head.

   "Clothing's optional, but you can change that.  Look at your body, so
yeah.  Start with your face.  Tuck that overbang back out of your eyes, and
look at yourself.  Now, look past all that you're used to looking at in
disgust, and see what everyone else does.  Not the sexiness, backburner."

   "Byegones."

   "Byegones!" He pumps his hand theatricly, is that a skull?  He sat on
the end of the bed.  The corner, just rested his elbows on his knees.  And
watched me, I pulled my sports bra off, and looked over from his reflection
to me.

   Yeah, I don't get it.  My nose, my freckles, my mouth, my chin, my neck,
my shoulders.  "Uh!" Look away.

   "Got that, then the other stuff."

   "Huh!" Wipe my eyes, sniff.  My eyes.  My eyebrows too, they're the same
color.  I know this, but my cheeks.  "Nh!" sniff, and wipe my nose.  It
still looks like a shield.  The shape of the bottom of my face, I always
thought so.

   "Your body." It's just so long, and skinny.  I can see bones sticking
out, and skin stretched between them.  "Look," he stood up, and turned me
around.  "Uh," got up on the bed.  Standing on his knees, but higher.  Not
quite up to my eyes.  "God you're tanned.  Uh." looks up.  "Look at me too.
No, my body.  God, it feels so gay!"

   "Nhn?"

   "Heha!" He didn't cover his mouth.

   We weren't the same, he didn't have anything on his chest but a few
hairs here, and there.  Not like bare ribs or nothing, but not really
muscle, either.  "Gynecomastia." He slipped a couple fingertips up a
nipple. Her nipple, in the exact center of where her boobs would be. 
"Prolapsed a bit.  You mind?" I looked down, shook my head.  "Yeah, huh!"
Felt him feel it.  Child's hands, a little boys' I guessed.  "You want to
go first?"

   "Huh?" I shook my head.

   "There's only so much we can, both check each-other out.  Without some
complex topological maneuvers."

   "Nerd!" I snorted, and laughed.

   "No, don't cover your smile." He held my hand.  "You want to check me
out first?"

   I thought, nodded, "Nyeah, uh no, I."

   "Lay down, relax." I went around beside her.

   "Like this?" on my front, I crossed my arms under my chin.

   "Ooh," I closed my eyes, "God I love your back.  If I had to pick a
favorite, so far, it's" She touched me, "Uhhhh, God I love your back!" she
didn't affect that Bert laugh.  She giggled, she was giddy as a schoolgirl,
and I started laughing too.  Still hard to imagine him, like that, and I'd
seen pictures.  Looked like his mopey little sister.  "Oh good, you're
tense." No idea how to give a back rub, and I mean not a clue.  I let him,
I liked it.  No, he was feeling around, getting used to it.  Like Ruth
touching one of her statues.  Nodding, not shaving, or melting it, going
back to erase, but liking it.

   "You're not a boy, either."

   "Futanari," I almost threw him off turning over.

   "Right?"

   "Maybe some day," He looked down.  So did I.  Hairy.  I looked away,
"Here," he grabbed a mirror from the side table.  "Look." Dragged my legs
around, and got on with me, legs up between mine.  "Go ahead," he waved,
"Look."

   "Uh!" all wrinkly, and.

   "The other stuff."

   I looked, "But there is no other stuff, it's all."

   "So," I looked up, "Look at mine, instead."

   "Okay?"

   "Not too much different, both virilyzed females, but you're congenital,
while I'm pubertal, but it's not gonna get much gayer than this, for either
of us." Runon.  "Not plausibly."

   "Okay?" I looked back down, tilted the mirror.  They don't look the
same, Ruth says ever girl is a unique flower, or something.  She's not a
poet, neither am I, but I'm not that bad.

   "Now get out of your head," my eyes kind of focused on his.  Bangs
tucked back behind his ear, why they're asymmetrical like that.  "Do you
touch yourself?"

   "I try," she shrugs, "I'm not as good with my hands,"

   "Ruths' not here, and don't let her in your mind.  Seriously, she'll,
huh!" Roll my eyes.  "I don't get co-dependence.  I don't understand a lot
of things but that's one, that one baffles me." There, she said it.

   "Me neither," I shake my head, "If I did, maybe, I don't know."

   "You blame yourself.  If there's something wrong, you bet Meghan did it.
Those two girlfriends," He makes a face, "Feh!  I don't know how you can
keep coming back for it."

   "I wish I could, stop."

   "Turn it around, put up a mirror, or something.  Filter out all the good
stuff you see in them, and take a good long critical look at what you're
denying.  Or, look at yourself, look at me, and backburner all that."

   "Can you lead?" I can't.

   "I never have," he got up, "But deal with your gender first, we'll get
to sex." He went out, I heard him heading upstairs, naked.  But I saw the
mirror, got up, and tucked my hair behind my ears.

   "Huh!" I stopped, looking at myself like this when all this started. 
Precocious puberty too, wouldn't you know it?  That's when everyone started
staring at me.  But i never seen what they saw, and how did she put it? 
Put it away, all the stuff sticking out, what's between my shoulders? 
Below my neck?  I look back, reach over my shoulder to pull the corner of
the dresser mirror, but this is awkward.

   "No," it got awkward, but the way I just did that.  I just do, stuff
like that.  Imagine Larry trying that, or climbing up on the dresser to get
his fingers over the top of the mirror.  I shook my head, Ruth called me
graceful, but I can't see myself do that.  I feel it in the water, but out
in the air, where everyone can see me?

   Huh, the closet.  Door.  Opens this way, toward the dresser.  "Yeah,"
reach back.  "Mhm?" Straighten out my back, reach out, spreading it the way
I did.  No, my arms were up like this, but, my triceps pop better behind my
neck, and.

   (*)!

   I blinked.  Looked down, in the mirror, got my pants out of the way,
even though I could feel them.  Looked at it.  "Huh!" turned to the bed,
the hand mirror, over bye the pillows.  "Huhokay." Felt like homework all a
sudden.

   Lets see, I used to, the 1 time I got off by myself I.  No, even before
she sent me that underwear video, she gave me that lap-dance in my room,
and after she left.  That had to be the first time I felt this turned on.

   So, I did that.  Just rubbed the front, with my fingers over it, and
ground my palm into my pubis mons.  "huhH!" It rubbed around in my palm
now, and felt so intense!  It didn't feel like this, Larry's different,
how? I mean other than being a little hispanic emo boy with a.  How did he,
I never saw him.  He just held his legs open and showed me, without
covering it with his hands.

   He's right upstairs!  "Uh,..

   Larry {it ???}

   Larry?" I [x]ed out the pictures, mental note to clear History. 
Clitoral Hypertophy image search, can't say it was purely anatomical
curiosity, but I hoped she got turned on before it went away.

   "Uhuh?" I'd gone back down, and peeked around the wall.  She had the
hand mirror out again, her knees up, akimbo.

   "Uh!" She didn't roll her eyes, "You think you can," 'hn.' She breathed
out her nose, and took another, "hH!  Give me a hand with this?"

   "Huhah!" I pushed off the door jam, and shut it behind me.  Not really
modest, covered up because people looked at her, and it made her
uncomfortable.  "Huh," she didn't look uncomfortable.  Biker tan, shorts,
sports bra, flush spread across the chest, nipples prolapsed.  They poke in
when erect, in the center, or the areolae puffed out around them, and
pinched her small swells into cones.  Just like that, when I touched them,
a few moments before.  "You just have to ask." I put my knee up, and
climbed on the bed.  "You ever, climax before?"

   She shook her head, stopped, thought, "What does it feel like?" I.

   "There's no words," I chuckled, "Uh well, there's orgasm, cum, climax,
release, but those don't really,"

   "Release," she nodded.

   "You mind?" she nodded more excitedly, and smiled.  I took that as a
'no, I don't mind' implicitly.  She nods her head no, and shakes it yes, or
maybe sometimes.  "I only ever felt a clitoral orgasm." I rubbed around. 
She was hard, but it bent back, and forth, like a switch.  "Hm!  Uh, on
account of being a virgin" and not having a prostate.  Backburner, work our
way up to that, maybe, later.  Shake my head, "Uh."

   "Hhmn!" She looked dreamy, and licked her lips.

   "Different girls are different, but I." She hunched a little, from me
pinching her to slip the skin back.  "Oh!  NihnhnH!"

   "What?"

   "Oh I'm not laughing at you deary." God, I sounded like a schoolmarm,
"It's just.  So cute?" She smiled, good.  Genital issues, but she hadn't
emotionally invested in, "Right," duh.  "Your clitorus is fused, like a
glans," on a guy, "Except for the urethra." I felt around in the folds. 
Not a shaft, really, more like a little stump.

   "Huh!" She hunched again from me pulling the skin tight, and feeling
around in there with the tip of my pinky.  Nope, all the way down to her
utter lack of a hymen, I blinked away that nightmare shower, how do you
ever feel clean after that?

   "What?" I shook my head.

   "Hypospadias?" I felt, bent, tasted it.  Yup!

   "What's that?" In the corner?  Okay, on a guy you got the soft ridge on
the bottom where the urethra is in front of the horseshoe shaped tube of
erectile tissue.

   "Sorry, I uh, jerk off to Web MD." She giggles.  "How do you piss," I
looked at it, "Standing up?"

   She shook her head, "I have to sit down, and clean it out real good."
With it buried in the split down the bottom of hir, ?  "We'll have to come
up with our own words for it." Even hard like this, it must be messy when
she's not all turned on.

   "Hm!" She nods, closes her eyes, and sucks in a lip.  "Hnh!" I gave her
a few strokes, pinching the skin the way I do, but 1: I don't have that, I
wish my clitorus were that phallic, but it's more like a {^} with a little
stump under it.  Splits all the way up to the cleft flattened head.  And B:
She's not like me, so let's figure out how she likes pleasure.  I heard the
door, didn't look back.  Sounded like the kitchen, something heavy clunking
down on the counter.  "It's okay," I rub her thighs.  "Uhn!  Oh god, okay.
I wasn't lying about your back, but you know you have fantastic legs?" She
shook her head, thought, then nodded.  "Well," Now I rubbed her between my
fingers, "Now this is my favorite part."

   "Nhn!"

   "Larry?" I sighed and got up.

   "Hold that thought," but she looked busy, and smelled.  Well, she
smelled fantastic.  "Sorry," I went through the bathroom, "I was in the
middle of something." She looked down, sniffed.

   "How's the Virogel working?" she turned back, and kept unpacking the
bag.

   "Hn," out my nose, "Backburner that, can you handle dinner?  I kinda
need to get back."

   "What're you in the middle of?"

   "Meghan."

   "Oh," she laughed, "Finally!  Ahah!  Go on!" She "Shew!"ed with both
hands, and a couple cans of soup.

   Meghan {it ???}

   "Uh!" I couldn't stop grunting!  It always kinda annoyed me, whenever,
someone was, trying to be sexy with me.  But I can't help it!  "Uh!" He
pulled on me, just like Ruth.  Not pinching my fingers around it like this,
but just 1 and the thumb.  I like how it slips between my middle fingers
like this, and licked them again.

   "HihihnhN!" I covered my mouth, then giggled again when I remembered
Gloria do that.  He doesn't any more, but she used to, when I first saw
her, in meeting.  "Huh!" I guess, I never even really thought about it,
because he's a boy, and I always thought I was a lesbian.  Oh, the irony.

   "Good, still simmering?" I nodded, and moved my hands.  He came out of
the bathroom, and seemed so, comfortable?  I don't know, he was naked,
walked out and talked to Dr.  Maud between cans hitting the counter, but
yeah.  I wish I could be that comfortable with my body.

   He climbed back on, "No," looked up, "Can you turn around, so I can see
you?" He nodded, and I scooted over for his legs.  Skinny, boney, hairy,
but they were fine, like the ones on my arms that let me feel the water. 
Telltails.

   "What?" I rubbed them.

   "Nothing," I shook my head, and he straightened out his leg next to me.
Harrier, I petted up to the front, and felt the little bulge through it. 
Rolled my fingertips through it deep enough to feel the bone, and.  "Huh!"
{*}, or rather, {^}.

   "Hm!" It split open, like Ambers, but where she had a little, I don't
know, like half a canoe?  It was like a fold, between the folds, and never
got hard, even when it was twitching against my thumb.  "Hmmmh," He sighed,
and smiled.  Eyes closed, but I could feel it.  The wrinkles rolling back,
just like when mine peaked out, the few times I was aroused.  Not, this
turned on, I almost felt drunk, or something.  I don't know about drugs,
other than steroids they don't help my performance, and the last thing I
need is more hormones.  I rubbed myself with my other hand, and felt down
to the dampness.  I was wet, I was getting wet!

   "You're a virgin?" He moved, pushed my finger out of the way.

   "Mh, sorry.  Yeah, uh.  That's a turn-off for me.  Gender issues, I. 
Huh, it means I'm not a girl, but if you want to feel inside me," he
chucked his head, "A little lower." He rolled toward me on his but, and the
cheeks parted a little.  He wasn't hairy down there, at all.

   "Ew!" Covered my mouth, "You mean?" Smelled my fingers...

   "Hehuha!" He shook his head, "Sorry.  You're gay, or you identify as
gay, but I'm also a boy.  Or something like that, so yeah.  If I'm gonna
fuck, I wanna fuck like a fag."

   "Larry!" I slapped his leg playfully.

   "It's all right," he blew through his nose, "Hn, I know what they mean
by it, but I take it as a compliment.  I don't want to be a big aggressive
violent Power Asserter.  I want to stay sensitive, empathic, caring, more
like, you know, a Fag?"

   I think I got it.  "Like Ruth calls herself a Dyke." Even though she's
gone way beyond that.  To an abortion, so far.

   "Yeah, but," he shook his head, "Otherwise not like Ruth at all.  The
main thing is I don't want to be the kind of guy which has Victims." I
thought about it, "So, you want to talk about it, or do you want to get off
some time before dinner?" I giggled, but he got his answer, and touched me
again.  "May I?" he felt down around my wetness.  I nodded, and closed my
eyes.

   "Hm!" Tiny hard little fingers, but gently.  He felt around first, and
spread my lube around the opening like Ambers' spit.  But he didn't just
shove it in there like her.  "Nh!" Well, maybe just a little, I can feel
his nuckle, and "Uh!" Feeling around in there.

   "Smwip!" I hunched with another grunt, but god that felt so intense!

   "Nyh," or something likeat.  Like he says, there's no words, so we have
to make them up.  I felt his straight short black emo hair, except the
bangs.  Those were purple on the ends, this week, and looked burned out by
all the bleachings.  I wonder if I could get him to cut them, "Uh!" He felt
around in there, and when did he get up to 2 fingers?  Up at the top, I
could feel the back of the bone, his fingers, and, "Nhn!" A little twitch
inside.  A little, thing I didn't know I had in there, squishing, and
squirting, and a thick bulge peeing out like a snake swallowing a rabbit.
"Uh," another, and "Nh!" A tear squeezed out, and ran down the side of my
nose, "Uh, huh," I caught my breath, and looked down.

   God, it stank in there, and I think the mood went away, but WTF?  He
smiled, and held out his finger.  A little drop on the end, not white, but
kind of a cloudy yellowish off white, and.

   "Uh, did you.  Did i," Roll my eyes, "Did you get that out of me?" I
held his hand up, and sniffed it.  Didn't smell like nothing, but it tasted
a little like pee.  Had this weird aftertaste, not at all familiar, but I
liked it.  "I cummed!"

   "Hehuha!" He grinned, but his lips relaxed against mine, and parted to
slip his tongue up the middle.

   "HUH!" He held my legs, but my abdomen flexed so hard I almost did a
situp!  Almost painful, but just as intense as the first time her finger
bumped it, still stuck in the skin.

   "Mm!" He smiled, and licked his lips.

   "HhihihN?"

   Maud {Tit Nude NS}

   "Oh!" I looked away "Uh, Meghan." Shook the saute' for absolutely no
reason other than not look at her.  "Uhm."

   "You got any scissors?" I pulled out a drawer.

   "What for?" Poultry shears, box cutter, sharpening steel...

   "Hair, uhm.  Bangs?" I nodded, she tucked her hair behind her ear, on
the short side.  Honestly, why it took so long for them to see each other
is beyond me.  Denial, distractions, probably a combination of both.

   "Upstairs, Bathroom drawer, by the sink."

   She dipped a finger, "Swuip?" Thought.  "More pepper?" I grabbed the
tasting spoon out of the sink, and tried it.  Didn't watch her wander off,
stark naked, not a hair below the lashes besides the "Teltails" on her
arms. Muscular bottom...  Okay, I admit, I'm a little jealous, but I didn't
bury it away until it rotted, and started seeping out.  Or give it a
playful pat.  Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind.

   "What's cookin'?" Larry adjusted his orthotic, and looked satisfied with
himself.

   'Did you,' I whispered, 'Did she?'

   He dropped the sign for G like a gangster, straightened up, and laughed.

   "Set the table, sweety," I took the lid off, and checked the temp. 
"It'll be a few more minutes." He shrugged, went up to his room.  Came back
down with his bangs cut off, and spiked up in front, to where the roots had
grown out.  Meghan took a shower, and came down with them wet, cut flat
above her eyebrows.  Her matching eyebrows, and eyes.  I never noticed
before, she avoided eye contact too, but I had to admit she looked more
comfortable with herself.  "Hungry?"

   She nodded excitedly, "Starving!"

   "Oh!" She kissed him!  "Put some clothes on, dear." I carried it out to
the table.

   Meghan {IT Les?}

   I got to spend the night.  /!\ Spread in front of me, my legs over hes?
"Pronoun?" ?  "Possessive?"

   "Hes'." Rhymes with Chess.  We both nod.  I reach out, forget to ask,
but my fingers are shaking.  "hMh." He hardens on my shaking fingertip.

   "Does yours pop?" Some skin peeled back on top, but I couldn't feel it
underneath.  "Out, when I get turned on," I look down, "Whell usually I
feel it pop out." He shakes his head.  I step down, "Here, turn out this
way, lean back.  "Hm." /^\ Pull it apart with my thumbs, "Where does the
pee come out?"

   "Oh," he feels down, "Here." A little hole, "If I hold my finger here, I
can pee standing up, but my aim sucks, and I still have to wipe." She has a
hole, sort of.  There's more skin, and even pulled wide open by both my
thumbs, and hes fingers, I can't get my tongue in that far.  "Uh!" He
pushes my forehead.

   "It's okay, I'm shallow too.  You want to feel my cervix?  Well I love
this, it's uh, a part of you?  I want to feel this too.  And you taste
good."

   "Really?"

   I nod, lying, "Let me stir the pot for you a little so you can see."
Nothing but spit yet, but Ruth is a very good teacher.  I know him, but
this was she.  Overgrown as it is, I know a clitorus when I see one, or I
can pick one out of a lineup.  By now, I can even hack one.  "Or, rl!"

   "Nh!" Right up the middle, then back down.  All the way up, still
nothing but spit, but if he menstrated at some point, she can have a taste.
I hope.  Like more than sweat, not much in this refridgerated house.  Up in
hes room, I guess.  "Nh!"

   Can't really get a seal, to suck.  That would be neat, but "Swp!"

   "Unh!" Okay, backhand, my cowlick twisting around in his palm.  "nH!"
Almost a squeel.  Another dip, and, ooh!  A little deeper, yes, some
natural fluids, a little more spit.  Back up to, "un!" Girly little grunt.
Hump/hunching, narrow little hips, but broad strong feeling hands.

   Mash it with my flat tongue, teeth behind it, he can't stop pushing it
hard in, so I smile, curl up the side, and stick out the tip.

   "MhH!" He holds his breath.  Or he did this time, I tried it too, so I
don't moan, or scream, "UH!" Or grunt, but that was loud, and oh god his
sweaty curls smell so nice.  I lick them, lap them, his knees pinching in,
calves over my shoulders on the side of his little single.  "Huh, huh heh!"
He pats my head.

   "Here," U pull him up, kiss him.  "No, lick my lips.  Smw?  Yeah, see?"
I gently brushed her tender spot, and held it up.  "You taste wonderful."

   Hubert {MT ???}

   "Hubert?" She comes around the corner from the kitchen.  Dries her hand.

   "Larry around?" She shakes her head.

   "Thirsty?" Not want a drink?  This time of the afternoon, at my age. 
She grabs an unfinished 2 liter out of the door.  "Ruth," Left that here.
"Camping."

   Shrug.  "Have a seat."

   "What's this about?" That's Maudese for let's talk.  It's flat, and I
look at the lid, but shrug.

   "Sex?" She sat down, next to me.  "You mind?" I blinked, shook my head.
"Huh!" She rolls her eyes, "I'm left with some, sexual tension."

   "So," She sets her glasses aside, and I let the soda slide down the side
of the couch.  Not Dr.  Maud, I don't really know her.  This hat, or
whatever she's covering up, possibly him?  "Do I," lean in, kiss her. 
Yeah, I'm pretty sure now.

   "Hh!" she pushes me back, "Just sex." Fingers over my lips, she gets up,
and leads me back by the hand.

   "Larry..."

   "Yeah," she glances at the door, "Let's not hurt Larry," and backs into
the room.  I lock the knob from the inside.  What's the opposite of an
exhibitionist?  I know by now I can't hurt Amber, or "Al" in the latest
fantasy.  I don't love "him" either.

   In contrast, She's modest, and is she blushing?  Hard to tell through
that tan.  Darker than Larry's on her face, and the unfamiliar yet
recognizable expression on her face.  All her, without any makeup, we... 
Cleared a lot of appointments on her schedule.  Graduated past Diagnosis,
it's rather complex.  "I love your suits," I gush.  There, I said it.  80s,
Chanel logo on the inside of the jacket.  She wears it around the house,
and keeps it refrigerated in here.

   "Thanks," she frizbees over, "here." A rubber.  Right, clothes.

   And her underwear, burgundy with green lace trim, mix matching.  The bra
is green with burgundy trim.  "Wow." I take a breath, "Huhah!" At least 40,
maybe pushing 50, took care of herself.  I swear she never sleeps.  "You
ah?" Glance down.

   "We'll see," she reaches down, and adjusts in her panties.  Not yet,
anyway.  Roll it on, I hate all the prep.  Right, uh.  "Come on," she waves
me in, "Lie down."

   Next to hir.  Turning back from the bedside, with some lube, and a
glove. "You know how to." Not a question, she hands them to me.  Scooching
up, she pushes her panties down, and bump my leg with her knees, pulling
them off.

   "Okay," I flex my fingers, and pull on the cuff.  She turns away, left
her leg up, flopping limply over her crotch.  Neatly trimmed, I believe
would be the operative word.  In front, at least waxed behind her.  Not a
fetish for me, but yes.  I know how.  "Mh!" I squirt some out, on my hand,
and rub it around on hir smooth round firm cheek.

   Am I going to have to spank her?  "Mhin!" I try to cover it, and fail.
Epically, I giggled.  "You don't like spanking." she looks back, Good, of
course not.

   "Just fuck me," she sighs, bites her lip, and turns away, eyes closed. I
didn't even notice she was cleanfaced.  Our relationship hasn't been
professional for quite some time, but I must admit to have wondered about
her needs.  Well, quite a bit actually.  "Nm!"

   Cute grunt, sounded faggy really, but it's time to drop the hats, and
masks, and just have some good dirty fun.  Just pat it, bulging greasily
under my fingers, and the side of my hand.  Okay, that's a knuckle.

   "Hn!" through hir nose.  A slight frown, then relaxes.  Enough to get my
pinky in, massage it with the pad between my knuckles.  'hah!' Breathless.
Slip out, and brush my fingers around a little, squirt some more out, and
get my pointer nice, and slick.  Drag some more across the bone along the
bottom of her crack, to the tight, but pliable sphincter, and work past the
first knuckle again.

   I slip my hand up her back, and pin the clasp on her spine, to pinch it,
hooking my fingernails in the 2 loops to flip them over the beads.  "Uh,"
she takes a deep breath, and lets it out slow, relaxing.  I feel under her
ribs, and around to softness.  Let my fingertip press against it, and pull
out my finger.

   She turns over on her front, and hugs the pillow, turning back to look
up at me.  "I'm sorry," she sighed, "I knew and.  Hmh." Looked sleepy.  "I
didn't mean to, but I feel like I've been teasing you so long.  I was
scared," she sighs through her nose, "Of your personality at first, but
now." Well, that and I was little more than a boy when we met.  She
squeezed me out.  My fingers were headded that way anyway, but turned over,
and felt me.

   Soft, still in the rubber.  "My size?" I look away.  "You know I'm not,
emotionally invested in that." She's the reason why.  "I forgive you." I
rubbed her cheeks with my clean, and dirty hand, then she lay back down.

   So, I picked up the bottle again, and buttered up hir other cheek. 
Definitely hir, like this.  Thighs spreading for more access, the flat
sides caving in over her hips, on the blanket.  Brush the excess in, to the
crack, and slip my hand back in sideways, pinky first.  But start with the
ring, hold out the pinky option as she relaxes, accepts me.

   I'd gone soft, doubt hirs even got up yet, but there's more rubbers,
more lube.  Patience...

   "Hnh!" She pushes my fingers out, and pushes up on her knees.  My hands
are shaking, and I have to pull the condom off, get hard, but just knowing
she's there, waiting for me...  It's throbbing with my pulse before I even
get it unwrapped.  "Cum on!"

   "In," I correct, and run my thumbs up her greasy flanks.  She reaches
under her, and I feel her touch it, grip it, guide it.

   "Huhn!" She relaxes, "Uuoh!" Deep throaty moan, his voice, I'd never
heard.  The hormones don't actually shrink your vocal chords, you have to
learn to speak in falsetto, but it was second nature for her by now.  "God,
you're huge!  Uh, no, fuck mhH!" His voice cracks, and catches.  "Nhm!" She
winces, but asks for more.  I know that pain, and remember few times where
I actually enjoyed it.  "Uh, fuh, ynh!" Breathless, "Nh!"

   I don't want to hurt her, hold back until she's begging for me to "Fuck
me harder" or Deeper/Faster.  I take direction, and she relaxes, loosens a
little.  But it's not about physical stimulation for me.  It's about her,
my love for her, giving her this.  I can make you so happy, if you just let
me say it, without turning away.

   It's so surreal, I never dreamed this could actually happen.  Okay,
"Actually" I dreamed, and sometimes woke up, crying because I knew it never
would.  But here I was, it was unbelievable, and I don't know what i
thought it would be like, but it couldn't have compared to this.  "Uh,
huh!" so close, I held my breath.  Felt the pressure build up, and sank in
until my nuts twitched against her soft spot.  "Huh!" I gasped for air, and
felt the head-rush, intensify the warmth washing sown my scalp and
shoulders.  'huhuhuhuh!'

   She turned away when I leaned in to kiss her cheek.  So, "SMRQ!" I
kissed her shoulder instead.  Wilting, I held inside her until it slipped
out.

   "Hm!" She cleared her throat, didn't look at me, and grabbed her robe.

   Megan {iT Anal Ling Fing Cunn Hyme.}

   "You want to fing me?" She sighs.  It's okay, he doesn't mind.

   "Smwp?" I look up, "Hihihinh?"

   "It's a pun," he nods, "What else does a finger do?"

   "Sounds in tense." You don't technically finger someone, that would make
the fingerer even fingererer.  "Nhihin!"

   "Teheha!  Cum on," she sighs and rolls over on his shoulder.  "You beat
around the bush enough.  I know, whenever you're ready, but d'you mind?"

   I procrastinate.  Not stuff like diet, exercise, homework, pretty much
just this.  Sexy stuff.  But I ain't getting no younger, so I take the
glove, and the lube.  We compromise, she'll let me pop her cherry just as
soon as my tongue is strong enough, he knows the best cure for menstral
cramps, and I mean red-wings, crippling menstral cramps.

   "Huh!" I hold up my hand, show the gaps stretched between my fingers.

   "Huhah!" She covers his mouth.  Hubert's no role model, "Same size."
Though he was nice enough to take my psycho ex off my hands.  He hands me
another one.  A little loose around the fingers, actually.  I have to
figure out the cap, finally use my teeth on the little tab for lack of
nails.  We do each-others, it's sweet.  I can't pick up a dime any more, on
a flat enough surface.

   "Smwuip!"

   "Aha!" And his mustache tickles.  Stopped waxing mine, and shaving
everything else.  Well, not everything else, we compromise.  Just brushing
the sensitive motte, around the wrinkles at the base of my spire, with the
skin stretched back with his lips, and teeth.  "Hn!" He's more gentle now,
and settling his flat body on my convex one.

   "Smwip!" I feel up from there with the clingy tacky greasy tip, and
twist my fingertip back, and forth.  There, he grunts, and shifts down a
little.  Deeper, lapping down my priapussy, to taste me, again.  I'm wet
enough to spare a few drops.  There.  The radiating wrincles, and the soft
spot.  I dig my tongue into the other one, and he moans into me, but
doesn't stop.

   "Hnnnn!" Take a breath, longer deeper ones, I can't gasp through my
nose. But I don't smell any filth, fresh from the shower, impeccable, as
always.  Lower, my neck won't bend that far, but he's squirming against my
finger.  "Nhihihn!" I get it, again.  "Nihehah!"

   "Uh!" He squeezes my glutes.  "Pwrq."

   "Nh?  Well that's an interesting sensation?"

   (*)

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   "Nhnhn!" I push his jaw, I think.  AWAY!

   Pop!  "Hhn!" He relaxes.  I wiggle, a little, and pull out for another
drop of lube.  I have to reach up, between us, and his legs.

   "It just tickles." Maud calls me a Functional Mute, like Gibbs.  {NCIS}

   "Smq," another peck on the.

   "Hh." Anus, Buttholle (2nd semester German) Sphincter, "Nh!" Okay,
cantilever up these long things, and spread 'em.

   'Rosebud,' he breathes on it.  "Hwalq!"

   "Nhihin!"

   "Uh!" Relaxes.  Okay, knuckle.  Bone's connected to the my fingertip,
connected to the glovetip connected to the greasy gell connected to.  "Uh!"

   "You okay?"

   'Hunh, yeah.  Huh huh, I can take,' "nH!  I want more."

   Pop it back out, and in, and out again.  Check the checklist, don't
drive the whole pinky up in there like a logtruck, but get past the
knuckle, and move over to the next fingertip.

   "Nh!" He sighs, and relaxes.  "Mnlawm!" God, I wish I could bend over
enough to dive into her like that again, but,

   "Nh, uh!" God, it was like being a virgin again.  Okay, now I get
'Mostly Virgin.' I'm not, I don't think, maybe there's more to go I don't
know about, but it isn't too bad.  "uH!" I want to hold his head, push his
tongue into me harder than he can with just his neck, but I can't reach
around both of us to.  "Uh, God!"

   "You okay?" I could hear him lick his lips.  "Nlah!"

   "Yeah, uh, it just got intense.  Uh, huh, you think you can go back up.
Uhn!  YN!" He crabs his fingers up, and pulls me open for another
tongue-dive, and starts swimming around.

   "Hm!" I wiggle my fingertip around, and swipe my thumb around in there
like a paintbrush on a flat.  More lube, the thumb's a big step up, but
then I didn't have trouble getting in to my 2nd knuckle on my longest
finger so, "Nh nyh yeah ahn!" 2 fingers, goatse, and a blowjob.  Yup,
"AhnhNhHN!" I can't breathe, and my hips are bucking, so I slip my finger
out, but he hooks in, and rides it out.  No concept of time, but it felt
like>8 seconds.

   "Hihn hih hiiih hihihihn!" I start giggling, but it feels delicious. 
Him grinning, and slipping down.  To that dark dirty place, where the sun
don't shine, and "NihaHAH!" It tickles!

   He gets off, and turns around beside me.  To well, get off!  I owe him,
still twitching inside, and trying to catch my breath.  Right, thumb, get
it nice and buttered up.  He puts his leg up, and I turn to get my nose out
of the way, open my smile, and let my tongue out to lap in his priapuss,
and take a deep breath.

   "SNNNNnnnnni!" This damned thing in the way, I want to smell her taste
her, so I run my tongue flat up her curls, and get a nice mouthful of
sweat. Nicely seasoned sexy sweat, I swear I can taste herm hormones.

   Oh yeah, he stopped suppressing hers.  Hormones, I mean, never got her
gonads pulled, and decided that being a man isn't really in herm.  Or all
of herm.

   Herm, as in hermaphrodite, or Hermes?  Herma for me, feminine suffix,
but fast.  My shoes have wings on them, they're pink!

   So, let's see how that works out.  Later.  "Swuip!" Ew, this lube tastes
nasty!

   "niheHAh!" I move back down to her soft spot, and feel up to his.  I
lever the nail in first, so it doesn't catch the other way, even through
the glove.

   Her priapuss keeps bucking out of my lips, and doesn't that hurt?  It
sounds kinda like it hurts, but he's got nothing but encouragement for me.
"Uhn Nuh yeah.  No more, auH!" Okay?  Uhm.  Yeah!  "Nh, fuck me, mnh, yh,
ah!  Deeperharderfaster..." And I can do that.

   "Uh!" I look down at how big his eyes have gotten.  Wow, he's red, and
his mouth is wide open as if to scream.  'uh?' Nothing, no twitches around
my thumb, he just falls back, completely relaxed, and I mean COMPLETELY
relaxed!  'Hh uhh huh Huh HUH, HN!"

   Okay, NOW he's twitching!  "Hm?" Tight around my thumb, but just the
bottom, where it sticks into him.  Him.  "Fag!" I laugh.  I feel him
laughing around my thumb.

   Bert {MT...}

   She breathed through her nose.  So professional, I almost feel like
jiggalo, which is hot, in and of itself.  She hides her feelings, knows how
to read people, and shuts us out.  Beside the headboard, back turned, she
doesn't say anything, I just look at her hair, the back of her robe. 
"Excuse me," I step out of the way, so she can walk around to the other
side.

   Her headboard, plain painted wooden thing, with little gaps on the side,
like the body of a violin, or something.  And a medical restraint, a
leather cuff tied to the post, Very securely.  "Hey doc," she looks up from
securing the other one.  She did laundry, cleared her wardrobe from under,
behind, and the foot of her bed, instead of buying another outfit.  "How's,
I never, understood."

   "Bondage?" she sighs, and nods, "It's different for everyone of course,
but why am I into it?" She cinches it, and unties her robe to lay down. 
"Hn!" she takes a long blink.  "I have to be in control.  No," she helped
me back up, "Professionally, hypervigilant, you know the risks of a
mistake, with the personalities I deal with." Amber, Ruth...

   "Uhuh?" I sit up on the corner.

   "Here at home, I need to relax.  However, since I brought my work home
with me," she rolled her eyes, "And let myself be sexual again.  Huh, I
believe I need something, more intense to unwind." I nodded, taking her
hand, and gently wrapping the padded cuff around her wrist.

   I leaned over, kissed her.  "How's that?"

   "A little loose," I pulled the end out, tightened it, and tucked it
back. "There, I can feel that." She twisted her wrist, looked down, and
smiled to me.  "It's just so hard to get out of my head sometimes, and
everyone else out of it.  Uh, this helps me relax, let go."

   I went around to the other corner, and took her hand.  "You trust me?"
Still finding that hard to believe.

   "Yeah!" she nods, "Mhn!  I know, it's weird, and unexpected, but I like
surprises." She licks her lips for me to kiss her again.  I finish
tightening by feel, and look up to tuck in the end.

   Face up, I feel down to her vestage, as she calls it.  Atrophied, the
tissue shrivels up, and crawls back in so it covers the end, even with the
part the trimmed off.  Non religious, just one of those things doctors
routinely do, didn't even ask her parents.  So, it's kind of like she
regrew it, other than the fact that she actually shrank.  "Hehah!" Get it,
shrink?

   Her tight neck is hot, and gets even hotter against my lips.  A miracle,
she's superhuman like that, but she cautions me to detatch from the
emotional, "Huh!" I pull back, and move down to her chest.  This is about
sex, not love.  Her issues.  She needs this, for her, to think.  I swallow
my feelings, and she bloats a little in my fingers.  Physical feelings, she
needs that, without distractions.  I hope again that I'm up to it.

   "Oh!" her hand pulls the strap tight.  She wants to feel my hair, press
my face into her chest, but can't.  I wish I could.  "Hm!" She relaxes,
eyes closed, and sighs through her nose.  Ooh!  I let her nipple pop back,
and look over.

   Across the rippling Jesus abs, falling from her breath.  It's truly
bulging now, the pale winkles peeling back, and her clitorus.  God, that's
what it is!.  I surpress a chuckle.  I can't help it, but it's getting on
her nerves, I can tell.  It wasn't until Larry, and Amber started mimicing
me, I'd even heard Ruth do it.

   "Heha!" Maybe next time, her breath catches, then she lets it out.  Her
midriff falling, but relaxing, not tightening in a flex.  "Smch!" Kiss my
way down it, and feel her hardon through her skin.  Foreskin check, nope it
won't cover it when it's hard, but the pinkish gap almost goes away, and
wrinkles around the clit.  "Smwuip!"

   "Uh!" She hunches, and her knees bend.

   "Relax," I twist my neck to slip my tongue up under it, and it bounces
in the ring of my fingers.  Pulled back, I rub around hir perenium, with
the other 3.  She's really pulling on the cuffs now, and I might have to
hold down her legs so she doesn't knee me in the head, or clamp it between
them reflexively.  I never thought she'd be so sensitive, after so long as
a chemical neuter.

   She's not relaxing, she's tensing, pulling in so hard she scoots up a
little, and I can actually see her pecs.  Pulling her breasts up, and out,
toward the corners of her shoulders, diagonally oblong.  Beautiful, but I'm
here for her pleasure, and this dick ain't gonna suck itself.  So, I climb
over her leg, and hold them down, for our safety.

   So, she doesn't want to relax, I can do that too.  While I'm down there,
feel around for the lube, butter up a couple, and slip it up the freshly
waxed crack.  Still a little tender, remembered pain from hundreds of curls
ripping out at once.  Feel around the rosebud, but keep her hard.

   I don't know when I'll get another chance, to feel her.  Inside me, even
for a moment before going soft, but she can't stop me.  Not this time, I
just have to keep her hard.  "Mh!"

   "Hm?"

   "Hmmmmm..." I close my eyes.

   Maud {TM/H Anal/lyst.}

   "uH!" I sat up to look over his shoulder.  Didn't sound like any of his
grunts.

   "Meghan?" I pulled out quickly.

   "Sorry?  She looked stunned.  "Walking away," hand up, in the mirror to
hide anything, unfortunate.

   "Go on," he replaced my reach-around.

   "Meghan!" I through on my robe, and caught her almost climbing on her
recliner bike.  "Let's talk about it."

   "Huh!" she set it back against the fence.  "All right."

   "I know it's."

   "I'm fine with whatever you'n Bert are into, but." She shook her head in
disgust.

   "Sorry you had to see that."

   "Oh, it's just the." Even nastier face, "Male, parts.  All that, ugh!"

   "Have a seat," I picked up our pack.

   "You mind?" She shook her head.  I looked down, and put them back on the
table.  "Thanks."

   "What about the,"

   "Anal?" she shrugged, "Oh, I got over that with Larry." !  "I know,
right?  I thought it would be.  Well, he showed me, I reacually like the
way his tongue feels, nhinh!  and we wash real good first but, I can't. 
I'm still not." She looked down.  At her crotch, or the general direction.
"Huh, ironicly enough I used to hate it.  How it stuck out, identifying as
a girl, but.  You think I might be maybe a little transexual?"

   "You're intersex," Still legally a boy due to a clerical error, "That
trumps gender disphoria."

   "Yeah that.  Huh!  I guess I was dis,.."

   "Phoric."

   "Yeah, when I thought I was a girl.  Who knew that was my problem the
whole time?" I'm so glad she finally learned to share her thoughts.  "Now
we're Hermaphrodites, so I don't have to affect that norm, so would it be
possible to get on Hormones too?"

   "Androgens?" she nodded, "For Clitoral Megaly?"

   "Uhuh?  Only it's for Microphallus, we're calling it a Priapuss now."

   Actually, it's pronounced, "Oh!" I got it, "Ahahahahah!"

   "~Larry."

   "So you're doing,.."

   "Anal?" She shook her head, "Not any more, since she's not a virgin, and
I can reach her Prostate.  I mean,"

   "Actually," I laughed, "It's the same gland as the prostate in men."
Only with the guiche in the way, "You took her virginity?"

   She grinned, "Uhuh!" sideways, "That's another thing, he realized who
she saved it for."

   "Gloria?"

   "And Ruth." She nodded.

   "Well, regardless of what you horny teenagers have been up to, it does
my heart proud to see you so confident, and self assured."

   "Thank Larry," she giggled musically, "I know I do."

   I felt better too, after the fear of having to do anything therapeudic
for her, or hir.  "Pronoun?"

   #2?  I nodded, "Herm."

   "Oh, that's great!"

   "Thanks." She got up, "I mean thank you." She kissed my cheek when I
stood up.  "I might need to talk some more when you're done with 'Bert, but
where's Larry?"

   "Um, I think he's either at the Park, or the Arroyo.  Probably the park,
since he broke up with Curt." Couldn't handle it as well as he thought. 
"What about?"

   "I need to confront Amber," she ran off.

   I went back in, and saw 'Burt was still willing.  "Now," I climbed on,
"Where was I?"

   He closed his eyes, 'inside me,' and sighed.  I grabbed another rubber,
and turned back to him.  FAP!  "Hn!  Hhhhh!" I rubbed my hand on the cheek,
and pulled back for another swat, already starting to stiffen him again,
then reached around for the handle.

   I frotted his greasy crack a while, then he squeezed me, and spurted
into my hand as soon as I was back inside him.  I didn't even have to fuck
him, just jerk him off.  The first man I loved enough to do this, and stay
aroused, because it was about love for him.  Having Me inside him.  He
capitalizes Hir.

   "Ngh!" He milked me into the condom, and licked my fingers when we're
done.  Next time would be my turn!

   MEGA {Tf NS Prof Viol}

   Where else would she go?  We're all back up with Maud, leaving the 2
Emotional Abusers to rebound to.  Nobody announced the couple, but going
through the rest of the story, you can pretty much see their process.  Of
elimination.  Chalk it up to Denial, or hating what you see in the mirror,
the manuscript's already on the way to the publisher.

   Closure.  Or if you prefer, unfinished business.

   Now, I'm no psychologist, I just know them.  Took a little time with a
Analist, Power Asserter, to find love, and sexuality to understand them,
but I remember, all of it.  Got it written down.

   My problem is I can never think what to say at the time.  I have to
think, get back to you.  In another age I'd send you a letter, most of my
friends talk to me via text, if we're hanging out, we're doing something,
otherwise I'm on the move, or enjoying downtime.  At most someone else we
understand, each other, occasionally both.  The rest are just boys, and
girls.

   I miss Ruth, but you can't change the past, can change the future, and
know the difference between.  Looking ahead, I braked, crossed to the
outside of the curve, dropped both front gears, and swung around the fence.
Dirt, rocks, old washes they hadn't repaired out of season, but it was all
downhill, into the Gorge.  Might be nice to see Ruth again.  Say hi, catch
up, and leave her.  Again.

   Take it slow, catch my breath, try not to get bounced out of my seat. 
Hiracer, no belts, on a wheel-stop, I can stall the front pedals, superman,
and endo-to-faceplant with the 6' steel frame tumbling like a rabbit stick
over me.  No-thanks, don't want to get hurt this trip, much less get
started without her.  HER.  Whoever she is.

   Okay, some training, Akido isn't modified Brazilian Juijitzu, but their
common ancestor should make them about as easy to avoid, and no matter how
old she is, she's no Master.  She can't climb out of here on a bike, or
catch me.  If she does, I'm a tangle of limbs, joints, and pain, but it's
open ground.  So, no tie.

   My advantage is she doesn't know me.  Didn't bother to ask, just gave
how awesome she allegedly is, and took pleasure from my suffering.  Die
Shadenfrau, the big bad riding hood, who can't even ride.  Thinks she's so
smart, a riding hood is a cloak for hunting, usually in cold damp English
isles climate.

   Shake my head,for your safety, keep your hands, and feet in the
handbasket at all times.  Don't forget this is the slippery slope, and I'm
pulling a Gainer.  (Oh yeah, diving too.) Time to figure out if I'm self
secure, or arrogant, but don't forget that green eyed monster's motive.

   Jealousy.  She'll never be as big, strong, and beautiful as me.  I
remember boys looking right past her at me.  It made me uncomfortable, but
it happened.  Ironically, she's intimidated, fears and hates me, so was
non-confrontational, and exploited my weaknesses.  Yeah, thanks Janet.  If
even that is your real name.  She hides, behind her looks, and her charm,
and her lies, because she's really weak, and vulnerable.  That's all she
has, and I'm impervious to them.  Don't let her catch you though, she's a
grappeler.

   Game face, there's the truck, downshift to climbing gear, backbrake,
underspin to keep it loose, side in, skip the front tire over to the other
track, lock up both wheels, and unclip to plant right on the tailgate.  Put
my foot down.

   "Huh huh Hhuuuuuuuh." Bow.  Drop the tailgate, grab a screwdriver to pop
the aftermarket panel from the jam, grab the spare key, and walk around to
Ruth's door.  Hold down the horn a good 3 seconds, lock it, toss in the
key, and slam it.  "Whhhhh."

   Backstep, and sidestep.  Full-circle around the headlight, bumper,
corner, door, rotating to keep my fist toward the geometric center of the
footprint, and round the tailgate back to the start point.  Stop, cup my
fist, and bow again.

   A couple months of Maud's secret, Ba'Gua.  I can't hit her without
flying through the air, or winding up with her behind me.  Not enough to
even belt, but it's just for the footwork, I've got striking.  Another
advantage, she has no idea that I can hit her.  Theoretically, I could put
a steel rapier straight through tilting armor in terms of power, but I have
no experience with that.  The guy that pushed me, kicked me in the arm when
it head hit the ground.  That was the 2nd hit.

   Burt {MT NS...}

   I came back for the stash.  Maud drove off in her Cherokee, "Shopping."

   "Hey 'Burt!" My shoulders jumped.

   "Eve's dropping you little perv?" I gave him a gentle nuggie.

   "Tiha!" I was even starting to get tired of everyone copying my laugh.
"No, waiting for you." From the garage door, knowing I'd come out for a
smoke.

   "What's up?" I sat down.

   "CanI get a hit?" He chucked his head.  "Uh!  Come on, you knew someone
was pinching off you!"

   "I guessed it was several someones, smelled it on Maud's hair once."
That first time.  "Never suspected you."

   "Heloo!" He knocked on my forehead, "Skater friends, Emo, and other
subcultures?  Did the drugs give you amnesia of the 90s?"

   Okay, she was like a toddler, and locked away in her tower.  "Huhah!"

   She scoffed, "NKRK!" ...  'whoohhHH!' Coughed.

   "'sup?" I took another hit.

   "When you get the time, can you help me, and Meghan with something?"
Must not be serious what with the informal language.  "Our story, We're
going to give Magda Santiago partial credit for the publishers, but you're
the only one whom has been with everyone involved." My mistake,

   "Uh," I though, "Except Maud, and her."

   "Herm?" I took that as a pronoun.

   "Huhah!" Nod.

   "Well," he went, and stood up his bike, "I can't help you with Ruth,
but. You got a cigarette?"

   "Thought you quit."

   "Except when I'm stoned, is that some new stuff?" I just shook my head,
and lit it for him to mount, and ride out through the garage.  TAP!  On the
way through the back door, the front rolled down, but he was gone. 
Something nagged at my stoned head, but it helped me think, so I followed
that thought.

   Back to: "Well, I can't help you with Ruth, but..."

   "Huhah!" I hit the opener before it was down, saw Maud's old track bike
hanging from the front tire.  Wondered if I'd catch him on that little
boy's bike.  "Huh," light, "Fixie!" Which means Fast.  Skinny tires,
though, better catch up before he gets to the rough dirt.

   Gone, I turned around, went in the garage, shut the doors, and picked
the fixie back up.  WTF, I don't got a car, and I live down there in town.
Way down by elevation, this subdivision is technically above the Dam, and
Reservoir.  It was gathering dust in there, but still had air in the tires.
Brake, rear brake, looked like a Ruth hack from the drilled steel plate,
and U bolts, so I don't have to pedal brake all the way down.  Wonder if I
can get a coaster, and freewheel for it?  In this size, not tapping Maud's
poor account for a wheel build if I don't have to.

   "Huh!" I guess hanging around all these bikers payed off.  Just
gathering dust, anyway, but Maud's probably not going to notice, and report
it stolen.  Stupid stoner, forgot to leave a note, but I'm almost to the
road down to town.  Paved, switchy, all downhill.  Steep.

  
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

   Okay!  Don't think, or feel the rest of the way down, just react, and
try to keep it on the road, Nancy.

   Mega {Hh...M Troi Drug NS.}

   "Huh!" I went back out to the garage, "Did you and Huey have a booty
call?" Fuck it, as long as I'm on the platform, I might as well take the
quick way back to the pool.  "Never mind, what's his number?"

   I typed it in, he went out with Amber, [Where you at?  <Send].

   "Huh," can't have gotten far, "Grab the bikes." Hit the button, duck
under the door, and step over the sensor.

   BLINK!  [Home.] My phone rang.

   "Yeah."

   "Megha?"

   "Still live by the school?"

   "Nah, moved.  Follow Larry."

   "20 minutes?" Larry nodded.

   "Make it 30, and I'll pick up a sixer." Right, birthday.

   "You drink?" Larry shook his head, I secured my phone, and picked up my
mountain bike.  Babe is fast on pavement, but.  "Shortcut?" I followed him
to the arroyo.  He took a different trail from the first cataract, it was
dry now anyway, still all down hill, even angling up toward the dam end of
the river.  "HEY!" I stopped, and pulled out my phone.

   "Meow?" Sounded like.  Traffic in the background, "Huh huh!"

   "You take the fixie?"

   "Uhah?" Almost like his laugh.

   "Text Maud, or something before she sees it missing." I stepped up, and
Larry mounted his BMX again.  We took it pretty slow so as not to melt the
brakes.  He didn't have disks, either.  A little technical to think, so I
saved that thought for reflexes until we hit pavement.

   .

   .

   .

   Cheap shitty apartments.  "Bachelor Arms?"

   "Teheha!" He tried to chuckle, but it's cute!

   "Where do we ditch these?" I bounced on the suspension.  He walked his
around, carried his up the stairs, stood it on the front wheel with the
handlebars in his knees, and the seat on his back to knock, and tried the
door.  I should probably work on my Description.  He says I'm a better
storyteller, he plays the editor, but Creative Writing was the other
semester, and I'm failing English, again.  There's 1 grade that couldn't
get any lower with all this...  Distraction.

   So, efficiency.  1 room, except the bathroom, kitchen behind it like a
hotel room, futon, Gamebox IV controllers, drape blinds, patio door,
bygones.  "Balcony?" I set mine down, and rolled it over by the seat. 
Larry got the door, and I reversed mine against his to prevent tangling
handlebars.

   "You bring the manuscript?" Must've slipped my mind.  I grinned, and
shook my head.  "Want one?" He turned from the fridge.  I shook my head, he
shrugged, and set it on one of the side tables.  Or bedsides, I guessed.

   "Huh," I felt like a shy schoolgirl again.  "You mind?" he got up, so I
pulled the futon up, and out, sat on the corner, changed my mind, and
grabbed a cold one.  PCH pch!  "Kah!" Pretty dry ride.  "You know Maslow?"

   "Self Actualization?"

   I shook my head, "Heirarchy of needs." I turned to Larry.

   "Oh!  We didn't bring the manuscript because we decided it would be
better to take care of more emotive needs before we we get to our literary
asperations." Couldn't say it better myself.

   "You mind?" He turned back, so I tilted my head down to kiss him.

   "Hn'ha!" he grinned, "All right, you guyls are good." He leaned back,
with his hands behind his head.  "You wanna catch your breath first?" He
looked at me seriously, "Relax, calm down, Mi casa es su casa."

   I nodded to Larry, so he didn't reflexively translate for me.  I took
German, but I do live in the SW.  KLCT KLCT KLCT, I double snapped at the
other side table, and took a sip.  S/he came back all stoned, and rode it
off, so turned to pull the lampshade off the otherwize obvious bong sitting
like an elephant in the room.  {TVTropes.org/Lampshade.}

   "When did you start smoking?" He pulled a sandwitch bag out of the arm
on that side.

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes, "Like 8th grade!" I crumpled the can on the
other arm.  Granted, I quit for Jr.  Varsity Swimming, but the beer wasn't
helping me relax as much keeping me from clamping my hands between my
thighs nervously.

   PhOOH!  Larry pulled the stem, and passed it to me.  Still lit,
PWRLWLRLWRLWRL SLUPSLUPSLUP!  "KNQH!" Couldn't hold it, "QUOHWHOH!" My eyes
watered, so I got up, and opened the patio door.  "Hih huh huhhH!"

   "You got any rubbers?" Larry.  The pronouns would be so much simpler if
I just switch back to one of their PoVs.

   "Huey" {MFf Troi.}

   "uhuh," I tried to chuckle.  "Hate that name."

   "Mommy issues," she turned back from the door, "Janet only keeps her own
secrets."

   "Not really into humilation, though." I shook my head.  "You really
wanna play?"

   "Got any popcorn?" Larry winked at me, and stood up from his corner.

   "Wanna spar?" She challenged me.

   "Have a seat," I pulled another beard, "Let's talk first.  Good, relax,
want another?" I noticed the head-change, and hoped she wasn't a mean
drunk. "Look, let me clear the air first.  You intimidated me." I propped
my elbows on my knees, and raised my hands uselessly.  "All right, when we
first met, well you're with someone I wish I'd never gotten to know better,
but I'm starting to suspect a little fear that you'd turn out to be taller
than me."

   "I did." I nodded.  "Well, at least that explains why you never looked
at me."

   "You stopped checking," I shook my head.  "First of all, that's not me.
Not any more, I got over the whole guy thing before Larry even showed up.
So, for lack of a frame of reference, let me explain the difference." She
looked up at Larry confused.

   "You mean," he looked back at her, "You're not a guy, or sh'he doesn't
intimidate you any more?" 'Sh'he nodded.

   "Sh'he?" Personal pronouns.  Generally just have to hear them once, but
if I start calling both of them Herm, it'll get real confusing.

   "Sh/" he signed the / with his hand, "/He."

   I nodded, "That's the difference," I turned back to her/m.  "Guys are
power-assertive, that's what I mean by Guydenity." Nihih!  "Be the
strongest, richest biggest dick on the block, and keep score in pussy
points.  I don't keep score any more, but.  Huh!  Perfect example would be
the lesbo twofer." I held up my hand, "Strawguy, let me lay out the
mindset. That's why they think lesbos is hot, because a menage troi is
double points, and extra credit for giving them the D.  I figure an Athlete
would understand the competitive nature of the delusion.  That's why they
call each-other Players, they think it's The Game."

   "So," sh/he thinks, "You're saying Objectification."

   "Not just the Object, the Objective.  You're the Goal.  Touchdown! 
Hi-fives, the problem with that delusion is it's not rational enough to
realize the practical concern of a guy pleasing 2 girls."

   "We're not girls." I turned back to Larry.

   "Guyls, then, but you're Multiorgasmic," I know from vicarious
experience, "You?"

   "Theoretically." But sh/he got that guys ain't.

   "That's the problem, 2 girls can go for hours.  HOURS!  15 seconds of
wet twitching, and I got to take a smoke break even without Alcohol in my
system, and I'm barely old enough to buy it."

   ...  Set down the bong.  "KNKH!  Hooh!  Kuh!  Put a lampshade on that."
I got a card, but they sure don't.  "Cmere," I wave herm over.  "One way to
find out," I winked, and took her hand.

   Larry {MIt Troi Cons Cons...}

   Okay, I'm not going to say s/he saw the D, and has been thinking about
it ever since.  That would be gauche, but: I got her over her fear, a
little bit, and the next step is to confront it.  To be frank, Freudian
envy would be closer to the truth, in spite of the fact that he was
apparently incapable of self diagnosis.  I was surprised she turned out to
not want to be gay any more.  Technically bi already, so this would be Tri
curious?  After that, Quad?  Tertasexual, maybe.  Omnisexual is
theoretically impossible, you'l run out of heartbeats before you run out of
possible variations, but maybe Pan is the general direction.  I closed the
micro-wave, pulled open the bag, and blew the steam out.  Mm, munchies!

   Oh, they're kissing!  She is taller than him, though they have to get
right up in each other's faces to find out, and there was too many fears of
Annihilation.  "Nhnhn!" Mustache.  Becoming almost fetishistic by then, I
must say his is bigger than mine.  I do still want to be a guy someday. 
Mine's finally bigger'n hers where it matters.  "Hn!" Hands, still not
wearing bras.  Eating now, might have to soon, since moving on to less
aerobic, and more erotic exercise.  His hands are even bigger, and stronger
than her.

   Not that he ever touched me, yet.  I shamefully tried to lure him into
the tub before he told me about his sMother.  He seems better for the
flashback, it was an accident, bygones.  But I'm not a little guyl any
more. Or is it Gyle?  Sometimes seems like we'll never be done defining
ourselves, but good contribution!  "Guyl," I like the sound of that.

   "Nhihin!" In the pants now, he picks up the rubber, and moves her hands.


   "Let me handle this one." Okay, we practiced, neither of us can fuck
each other yet, and there were still some old 'tool's lying around the
house.  No way he'd know that.  Oh!  Or the other thing.  I mean sure, all
that butt fucking around with Maud had other consequences, besides curing
him with finally requited love.  Not sure if he was incapable of hiding it,
or didn't bother, but it's been pretty obvious as long as I've known them.
He could've turned out a lot like Charley.

   {!} "Hn!" I slipped out of my jock-strap, and orthotic.  They were half
naked already, and I don't want to be late for the party.

   "Wow, huhah!" His jaw dropped, "You've grown a lot!" How long's it been?
I forgot, he was my ex for, uh, math!  Shake my head.

   "Enough for you?" I spread my shoulders, and wished it flopped back, and
forth in front of me.

   "Ohyeah," he hugged my hip, "Plenty."

   Hubert {M Solo NS.  TI Saph.}

   I tapped out.  "Heh heh heh!" Fresh air, catch my breath, go back in for
my smokes.  Ooh, popcorn!

   Shake my head, pound one side with my hand, then the other, try to shake
the blur of skin, hair, giggles, latex, and lube into some semblance of
order.  Larry's backpack, quick nut swipe to sit on the table safely, and
pull out the inevitable notebook.  Maybe I should see if I can steal that
selfish psycho bitch's notes to fill it all in, later.  Right now I need to
reinforce the memory.

   I was a little intimidated by MFF, but this.  Wow, man!  Tally up the
score real quick.  Double jumped the pawn in the Hermaphrodite rank from
0-2.  Finally fucked Larry with that last vestige out of the way.  Cherry
goes to Mega, she earned it.  Analingus, not me, Larry.  I know, right? 
Knuckles deep, pinching under it, spanking his tight little ass with my
belly.  Muffled gasps blowing rasberries in her ass until I couldn't hold
back any more.  1st goal.

   Got hirm off like a lesbian, that's pretty much what I am until I
recover.  He layed down to get both thumbs in both holes while she jerked
off over him.  Sorry, Sh/he.  I don't know if sh/he's been getting into the
hormones, or she was born with it, but now I see it.  She's not a boy any
more than he's a girl.  So, chalk one up in the Hermaphrodite, move the
other 2 over to the F2M Trans column.  [x][x] Maud's right, it is
complicated, delightfully so!

   2nd rubber, and Mega.  MEGA!  Proper due.  OMFG I think I found
religion. Never really believed in that sort of thing until I met a living
breathing God/dess!  Damn.  I'll ask them if they got the words yet, or I
can help them make more up, but I'm gonna need a new paragraph.

   Tall, got that.  I'm about 5'9" so that means at least 5'10"?  Get out
the tape later, but that's not a manly body.  Not girlish either, but if I
had to pick the best parts of both, I doubt I could do much better. 
Imagine being ashamed of that, I haven't been jealous since I grew up. 
Knock my self worth back a couple pegs, I got plenty, there's always
someone better.  Starting from the top, she cut off her bangs to the
eyebrows, which really show off her eyes, and that water cleaving nose. 
Her usually thin lips plumped out, and flushed auburn with blood.  The rest
of it just darkened her cheeks, neck, and chest above/between.  Nice
shoulders, not too broad, actually sloped a little, you can't look at her,
and not think nautical thoughts.

   Not a tits guy.  They're all right, humping Amber's was pretty fun, put
me down for [x] Optional.  She's filled out to nice handfulls, I can't
believe she bounced down here the hard way without wrangling those puppies.
Aren't there some glandular tissue in there somewhere?  I can't imagine
taking that trail without tightening up the bros.  "Huh!" Maybe I can get
some implants, no way I'm going to surpress my erectile function with
estrogen any time soon, the scars will heal.  I always thought they're like
a garnish, fun to look at, and play with, but not good for much once you
move onto solid food.

   "Nhihihn!" I never in my life had a second cumming that quick, and not
for lack of trying.  Still, food for thought.  I suddenly wonder what it's
like to have them right here, handing in front of me on this flat chest. 
Flat, and hairy, unless I get some cleavege in there.  Was that a slap? 
"HihahAHA!"

   "HehuhahA!" I never made hirm laugh like that!  All right, balancing
this notebook in my lap is starting to get about as awkward as sitting on a
1 legged stool, so I might as well go for the hat-trick.  They ain't gonna
fuck each-other, and I'm rapidly crossing off my "Fuckit!" list.

   "Ooh me!" Mega pushed hirm off for me!

   "HehehahaHA!" I rubbed my hands together, and grabbed the last one from
the 3 pack.

   Mega {MI/T Anal...}

   "Uh!" I think I'm starting to fetishize this feeling.  The anticipation,
even the fear was turning me on this time.  I shivered, (~F.  N.  Furter.)
I bent over willingly, and massaged the tension out of my glutes.  Didn't
know whether to breathe, or hold it, but even his thumbs were bigger than
mine, and I ached for a Guy.  That guy.

   "You want,"

   "Come on, guy." I twisted to slap his hit, "Assert some Power all ready,
and fuck my ass!"

   "HAHAH!" The original, and good Goddess he felt good inside me.  I
almost spurted and he was nowhere near my P-spot!"

   "nH?" I held my breath.  "Uh, cumon, I know you got more than that!" Uh,
he was huge!  More than any 2 of my fingers, I can't get both thumbs in
back there with my radii in the way.  "Huh!" I got up, "Lie down," and
climbed on.  'hhhhHH!  Whew!'

   To

   The

   Hilt.

   Granted, we were busy in here with the lube throughout his smoke-break.
Boys.

   'huhuhHh!' I just sat there a while, and got used to it.  Then my eyes
flew open as something just brushed the tip of my priapiss like the ball of
Ruth's thumb.  "UhnnnNNNH!" PWH!  Mushroom cloud.  Huh huh huh huh huh huh
huh, "AUGH!  uH!" The loudest gasp I ever made, the tight sphincter, which
I Ne-Ver thought was a sexy word before twitched around him.  I swear, I
could feel the ring around the bottom.  "Nhhih!" I dropped him, and rolled
to the side.

   "OH!"

   M.

   G!

   "Fugh!  I never!" Understood.  How could that be at all sexy, nor I
could be so wrong.  "God I'm turning into a total buttslut!" I wiped a
little drool away from my mouth.  Uh, they could line up out the door, and
I could totally see myself taking at least 5 more like that!  But where are
we going to find even bigger dicks?

   'Huhuhah!'

   "Oh no," Larry grabbed him, "You're not done yet!"

   Satisfied like I've never been before, I went out for some fresh air,
and saw the notebook on the table.  "Hm," I moved the pretty blue striped
pack.

   [Newport] [Box 100s]

   "Huh!" I pulled one out, and the Bic stuck in the empty side.  Flick! 
(c) Tuck it back.  "Hihihn!" [Hirm.] "Oh, that's perfect!" He put the Him
in Herm!  "Hirm," I assume it's pronounced like him+an r.

   "Yeah, ah!" Larry, "Spank me, fuck me harder!"

   SPAP!

   "UHN!" I know that grunt.  Looked around the corner, G too?

   "uh, UH!" He pulled his fingers out to sink in.  On his knees at the end
of the bed, he had hir legs up, and his blade buried in hir ass like a
breastplate.

   I put a couple [x]s in the appropriate score columns.  [Hemaphrodite: G,
and A.  "Yeah, that works for me," dropped the pencil in between the pages,
handed the fag off on the way in, and hit the showers.  Oh good, he's got
the head I can set for a deep stream, so I got the temp right, and pulled
out a glute.

   "Huhhhhh!"

   (!)

   )*( "Really?" I looked down.

   "Here," he pulled back the curtain, and sat on the edge of the tub, "Let
me help you with that." I felt his hair with wet fingers, "Hihihih!" His
mustache tickled, but I know that's a fetish by now!  "Nh, yeah!" God, he
was good with his mouth!

   "SMP!  PB, SMPB!" I hunched a little, and felt his neatly polished
nails, then his pointer, and pinky curl up against my lips.

   "Nh, no.  Lower, it's nh!  Yeah, uH!" He found it, I can never curl my
long fingers back enough, but he knew how to massage a prostate too!

   "HlalalaH!" Back, and forth with his tongue, he batted me like a
sideways switch, and rubbed it in until it twitched.

   "ngerk!" I snorted, and humped his fingers, but he slipped his tongue up
to the corner, and caught my cum on it.

   "Smuip!" He smiled, and smacked his lips.  "Mmn!" He licked him, "Wow,
that's pretty fucking tastey!" He got up, and joined me until Larry came
in, and I got out to make room.  I got his ass real good, hopefully clean
enough to eat out of.

   "So," s/he chuckled up to him, "How'd you feel about a couple roomates?"

   "Huh!" He's got a deep sigh, "I was actually thinking about moving up to
The Heights with," He slapped his for'd, "Oh my god, Maud!"

   "Goddess," Larry grinned, and nodded.  "I'm sure she'll understand."

   "Right, the other elephant in the room.  I wondered what sHe looks like
in the flesh.  I mean not swinging in the breeze, and rubber when she got
up, and I looked away in horrified confusion.

   "Hmm," I dropped the towel, and went out to find my clothes.  A bit
sweaty, and gritty, but I bet this mini-complex (Just 1 building) had a
laundromat nearby.

   "Yes?" She answered.

   "Hey, Maud." I pulled on my biker shorts, "Sorry if we worried you, but
we're spending the night down here."

   "Down where?"

   'Maud,' I covered the mic, and mouthed to him.  "Huey's." He stuck out
his tongue, so I slapped his ass.

   "Ow!  Hehah!" He leaned over the phone, "Hey Maud."

   I hit speaker.  "You want me to pick the kids up?"

   "Nah," I shrugged, "We got the sexual tension out the way so we can work
on the story.  We'll probably be at it all night."

   "Just writing," he held up 3 fingers, "I'm past my limit," and grabbed
another beer.  I grabbed the last one, and took off the lampshade.

   "So yeah," I laughed, "Maybe in the morning." I hung up, and handed him
the bong.

   .

   .

   .

   Good Morning {IM Hand, Phil, Anal/Ling Frot/trib.}

   "Mh?" I pulled the comforter off my shoulder, "Larry?" He's got a
secondhand quilt.  "Right," I rubbed my eyes.

   "Hmh," He rubbed my hip.  "Went out for breakfast," and hugged me tight
against him.  That was no banana, and he didn't have any pockets on him.

   "Hihihin!" I reached between our legs, and gave it a couple tugs. 
"Hhm!" He gripped half my chest, his nice big strong fingers, and broad
palms.  He felt for the nipple, and rubbed circles around it until the tip
popped in.

   "Hm."

   "They prolapsed," back in like 7th grade.  I was an early bloomer. 
"Uh!" I turned over, reached between us, and looked down.  "But I'm hungry
noow!" I whined, and scooted down a little.  The skin bunched around his
clit, so I pushed it back.  "Smuip!  You mind if I call him little huey?"

   "Hahuh!" He brushed my hair back, and palmed the back of my head like a
basketball.  "That's okay," I opened my mouth, "I'm so over it now."

   "Whrlq," I love little glory, I do, but chalk it up to something I never
got until I tried it.  [x] Cock sucking.  "Hm!" Nicely seasoned with sleep
sweat, I turned my head a little to rub the spongy ridge down the bottom on
my tongue.

   "Snh!" He let that breath back out his nostrils, and rubbed my hair.  I
rolled over with him, and knelt on the floor when he turned, and put his
knees up.

   "Swuip!" It was easier to slip around in my fingers wet, so I licked up
from the bottom, and gave him some more strokes.  It crackled wetly, so the
next time, I lapped the front of his balls, and curled the hairs around
with my tongue.

   "Hm," he was rubbing both sides of my hair, "Suck'em."

   "Whp!" One popped in, and I rolled it around in the hairy skin.  "Pb!" I
sucked the other one in for similar treatment, and it pulled in my lips
with his slow gentle stroking.  I watched, first time really other than the
sign Gloria called Rock Rock Rock until Larry changed it: O, o, O.  "Whp,
Whrlk, pbP!"

   "Hoh!" He sighed, "Yeah, that's good." I straightened up, and pulled his
legs until he scooted up to the edge of the bed.  Nice carpet, not too hard
on the knees.  I pushed his up, and he was nice enough to hold them.  He
does shave, below the neck, just in an unexpected place.

   )!(

   "SWP!"

   "Huhuh!"

   I closed my eyes, and turned my head.  "SNH?" Didn't smell dirty, he
hadn't been to the pot since last night's showers.  :p*

   'hH!' He held it, and I explored a little, planning to stop when it
started tasting bitter, then licked back up to a ball.

   "Pwrp!" I slipped 3 fingers in my mouth, "Swb!  You mind?" And slipped
them down his smooth pereneum.  Maybe he waxes, or Maud did it for him?  I
suddenly remember the first time I saw him naked.  Spooning with hir, in a
rubber.

   "Uhuh," he rolled his eyes, "You want me to beg?  Consent ceases to be
an issue after you've had your tongue in my ass." I shrugged, "I'll tell
you if you go to fahK!" Just my fingertip, but I used the long one.  He
winced.

   "Sorry," I popped it back out.

   "Huh," he smiled, "It's okay.  It hurts a little, but it's still all
good."

   I worked some more spit in with my tongue first, and.  "Pwrl." Let some
drool out on my fingers before working it back in.

   "nH!" He grunted.  "Yeah, pop the knuckuH!" It's not quite like a
cherry, or the only one I felt personally, but what's even better is you
can pop it over, and over until it's loose enough.  I think I might like
this even better than being fucked, just based on that.  "Huhn!" No more
knuckles, I slip my fingers up the pereneum around a little line, like a
scar, and lick between them.

   "Halm!" It goes all the way up his purse, between his jewels, but I
missed it through all the hairs.  Twirl them again, and push his fingers up
with my nose.  He lets go, so I stand him back up.  "SWP," then kiss it
deeper, "WK, WHRL, WLG GLK." Deeper, and deeper strokes, but instead of
feeling my hair, when I looked up he was gripping the bars on each end of
the bed, and flexing, as if to yank them right off.

   "No, don't stahH!"

   "WHRLGK.  GHL, KHAHK!" A little hawker flipped out on the line of hairs
up his tummy, and it bounced.

   "Huhuh!" I felt his ass grip my finger like an orgasm, but he didn't
splash under his chin.  Huh, I actually wanted to.  [ ] Facial.  I looked
back down.  "Why do you think it's called a Cock?"

   "Hiheh!  Whrlk!" I sucked my cheeks in between my teeth, and remembered
to phrase 'Meat-piston action' from Ruth.  "Mhmhm!" I giggled with my mouth
full until he hunched, and I pulled back until my cheeks rubbed the sides.

   "huhH!" His breath caught, and I felt him clench before it bulged up the
ridge in the bottom, and splashed into my mouth.  "Uh!" I twisted my finger
between spasms.  "Huh!" Felt deeper, "nH!" Now wher'Here!  "UH!"

   It twitched on my fingertip, and I swear when the next spurt bulged up
the bottom, it tasted different.  A subtle flavor got stronger, and I
squeezed more out.  "Nnh!" The last one wasn't as thin, and watery neither,
but he stopped twitching, so I pushed harder to squeeze more out.  "Noh,
uh! Stop.  NhH!" I pulled out.  "huh Hah!" He let go, and pinched the base.
The other hand on my head, I stopped spitting him out, and let him push my
lips up with his fingers.  The last tastey blob of man jelly milked out.

   "Don't swallow," he sat up, and pulled my face into his.  "Ahlm." He
licked a lot of it out of my mouth, but I fought him for it, until I was at
least as breathless.  He swallowed, and licked his mustache.  "Cummere," he
layed back, and felt down between my legs.  "Where'd you learn to suck dick
likeat?" IDK, guess I'm a quick learner?

   "NhnhnH!" He tickled me!  I mean full-on goochie goochie go!  Fingers on
my lips, and priapiss.  "Coochie coochie coo?" I giggled again, and he
laughed with me.  "NHN!" To the nuckles, is that 2 fingers, or 3?  I felt,
2 I think, then pinched, and pulled.

   "Who's hungry?"

   "Inah," I was starving, actually, That teaspoon wasn't enough, but "Nh
uh!"

   "You wanna hand with that?" he dropped hir pants, and pulled off the
shirt, his orthotic fell out.

   "Cumere," he grabbed hir hips, and guided hir over to sit on his face. I
scooted back, down to the floor, and found I had to move my knees under the
bed a little to get low enough.  I picked his legs up again, and held him,
rooting around over the edge of the mattress, and humped into his crack.  I
can't wait till it's long enough to fuck him, but his hole felt soft, and
deep around the very tip.

   "Uhin!" I almost fucked him until I got off again, and Larry wet his
face.  We passed around a smoke on the porch.  "What'd you pick up?" I
flicked it over the railing, and handed it to him.

   "Burritos?" He shrugged.

   "Taco Bell?"

   "Yeah, I got you some Baja Blast too."

   I went in, and drank it before I got a headache, and rummaged around in
the bag.

   Gloria {TM...I Piss Play Fant}

   "Well, you'll never get past triggers like the bath in denial.  I got
Mega to confront hers until she could shower with me, just like I worked
past my molestation with Amber."

   "How?" He looked confused.

   "Lie down," he scooted his naked but down in the tub, and put his knees
up, so I spread them, and slipped my hips between.  "Are you a dirty little
boy?"

   "No," I rubbed his check, and slapped him gently.  "Don't lie to momma,"
I suppressed a giggle, and relaxed.  Spread over his softoff, I drank a
whole Large too, and waited for it to filter through.  That much caffeine,
it didn't take long.  It floated my lips out, and trickled around him.

   "Amber tried this fantasy," he chuckled under me, but was still too soft
for bone conduction.

   "I know," I covered his lips, "But I bet she didn't tell you where she
got it from."

   "NHh!..." I heard tinkles from the toilet, and looked over at Mega, but
she didn't say anything.  Baja Blast, actually comes out less green than
when you drink it.

   I closed my eyes.

   (!)
.:
:.
::.

   ___

   "Uhn!" I pinched my nipples.  'Here's a hint,' I leaned over, 'it wasn't
her fantasy.' Now he was starting to thicken.  "NihehuhaHA!" I gave him my
best Joker grin.

   "Okay," he grinned back, "I totally thought she made that up."

   "M?"

   "After she molested me," I told her, "I started thinking about it, until
I realized the irony of a little girl jerking me off turned me on.  So, I
called Burt, and set a trap for her.  You know how predictable she is?"

   "Totally," she rolled her eyes.

   "Well!" I chuckled, and grinned, "I still had some residual issues to
work out, so you know the trashcan enclosure behind Maud's office?" She
nodded, "Well, I knew she'd sneak back there for a joint before her
appointment, so I," shifted my hips to start humping.  "Hn!" He was still
real wet, "ahhH!  Uh, I hid back there, because it's a bit of a blind-spot,
and made her suck me off through the fence."

   "Really?" I nodded.

   "Yeah," I laughed, "But first, I popped a squat to get turned on.  Then,
I went back in, put the backdoor key back on Maud's ring, and watched her
through the security monitor.

   "Ngh!" He kind of sighed, and grunted at the same time?

   "Then loverboy," I slapped his chest, "Here showed up right on cue, to
fuck her in a puddle of our piss.  She popped a squat there too, and
there's not a whole lot of room on that step back there." With the cans
locked in.  "Nh!" I wrapped my fingers under him, and humped into the web
of my thumb.

   "Ngh!" He twitched, and I hunched a little when my clit popped out to
stroke him off on my belly.  "Uh, huh!  Heh heh heh...9" Guymaxes, they're
always over so quick.

   "Hnh!" I got down, and had to climb out to lick the pissy cummy mess out
of his tummy hairs without shoving the faucet spout up my ass.  Probably
not gonna try that, ever.  It's cold, and has corners.

   'gah,' he breathed, "I had no idea you were nearly that kinky."

   "I did," Mega raised her hand.

   Really?  After all the times I talked about jerking off a homeless guy
on holy ground, then repeated it with him all over town?  "Hiheh!" I it
just never sank in?  "Yeah, I'm a total perv." Turns out the only cure for
my abuse, "Way better'n a Victim."

   "But you're not an abuser?"

   "Ahahahahahah!  You can't abuse Amber, silly!" I bent over to turn on,
and adjust the water.  Bert got up so I could switch to the shower-head.

   "She ain't lying," Mega got up, "Even had me put on a schoolgirl
uniform, and piss through the panties while she looked up my skirt."

   "Who did?"

   "Both of them," she laughed, "Amber after that, then Larry when we got
together.  I just didn't know who got it from whom before."

   {..?  Yeah, I can keep on like this indefinitely, but I haven't decided
yet.}