. I don't usually spread thataround. It's hard enough being the only gender therapist in this town,while people generally are pretty decent here... Th...ere's enough thatalready want to run my practice out of here... I always disclose that tomy patients on our first session though. I want them to know Iunderstand, and not just as book knowledge." He paused to let that sinkin, then he continued. "Jordan... I transitioned when I was working on mydoctorate. I always knew from a young age that being. “Do you want my big cock inyour belly again?”The question caused her heart to flutter and herbreathing to get even more ragged. “No… gawd no,” sheuttered, but her voice was shaky and only a faintwhisper.Jim wasn’t leaving until his goal was completelyfulfilled. He wanted absolute control over the sexy busdriver. “You’ll do whatever I ask… you’re my slut.You’ll give me that pretty ass whenever I demand… orelse,” he. I have drawn you pretty pictures with soft words and smooth flesh, but I am not to be trusted. I am a charlatan, a fakir, a peddler of half-truths and downright lies."A paragraph that most readers seem to ignore entirely.She is a desperate, sad, lonely character unable to interact effectively with those around her. The world has passed her by, left her stranded by herself and the harder she tries to reconnect the more bizarre her behaviour becomes. Even the 'happy' first four chapters are. How could she? Sal demanded all her time. She had no privacy. Even when he was out doing *Dios* knows what, she never knew when he might come home. She deserved a life of her own, didn't she? That Anglo woman, Getzoff, the *abogado,* had said as much when she tried to talk her into betraying her own son for money. She refused indignantly, but had secretly been tempted. Then this afternoon Sal and two of his buddies walked in while she was trying to get some weary sleep in the living-room.