" "And who is Helen?" I asked. "Helen is like me, a hermaphrodite. She was slightly younger then me at the time but we seemed to hit it right off. S...he told me about her 'condition' and told her of mine, but she already knew about me. Seems she'd heard my ex-husband talking about me at a bar one night. He'd gotten so drunk he was talking about his past sex life or, as he put it, his lack of such. I felt bad about it, too, but Helen was there for me that night and we ended up in bed. One. Standing behind her Beth whispered, just relax and watch. Her heart beat quickened as she watched Beth open her dress and slid it down her arms. She smiled seeing herself in a bikini she'd never buy for herself. With the dress crumpled at her feet Beth raised each of Mary's legs sliding it away from her. Pressing against Mary Beth hugged her tightly as she kissed her neck and shoulders. Placing her hand on Mary's cheek she held her head up as she pulled the strings holding the bikini top in. ThoughI know it's top-secret information, I'm so filled with anxiousanticipation that I just have to tell someone about the scope of ourproject. I trust my journal entries won't be tampered with, so here itis:Thunderbird is not just another Sputnik. We'll be launching a satelliteinto a geosynchronous orbit above Russia, but our satellite won't justbounce back radio signals. Thunderbird carries six atomic bombs that canbe targeted with our imaging circuits. It's not as precise as we'd like,but. In its box on the bed the object winked at her; the sun through the blinds reflecting from it.Vicky wondered, when John had bought this present for her how did he imagine, how would he demand that she would use it. They had laughed about so many things in the chat room.Would he, as usual in the chat room, want in her undies straight away? Perhaps he would want her naked. Maybe he would be considerate as she knew he could be if his horniness didn't rule everything he did. “Vicky” he would say,.