"Are you still thinking of that?" I'm just asking for his name," Michael said, feigning innocence.Jen thought about it for a minute. "Gerard something... ... Powers, Gerard Powers, I think."Michael turned back to his computer and started typing."What are you doing?" I'm Googling him." What?" Wow, look at that. There's a ton of stuff on this guy."Jen's disbelief of what her husband was doing was replaced by curiosity as she began reading all the hits. Gerard was a very successful business man, and. Not books ... scrolls.Wound on Walnut Rollers and stored in elaborate wood cases with glass covers, the wisdom of the sages was stored in this huge room.There was no dust...'come to think of it, there was no dust in the metal vent, ' she thought. 'There should be dust everywhere.'There were sections of scrolls written in Latin, Greek, Aramaic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Norse Runes, Gallic, Russian, Japanese, old Japanese, Egyptian hieroglyphics ... Languages phonetically spelled ... languages entirely. The place was dimly lit and the music was playing loud. My beloved hubby followed me into the dance floor; but soon I excused myself and started to walk around the place, swaying to the music and playfully glancing at some male strippers there.One guy approached and started to flirt with me.He was a well looking guy in his early thirties, muscled, but I had the strange feeling that he would be gay for sure…He told me he would catch me later; as he walked away I watched him as his muscular body. You may have also noticed that your tiny little sissy clitty (formerly yourpenis, admit it, you've never had a cock) has been cleverly concealed. Oh,its still there and so are your pathetic little tessies, but they've beenmade to look like a female vagina. You can even use your new vagina, butits only a couple of inches deep so, unlike you, Men will not be able touse it. Maybe you can find another pathetic sissy with a tiny littleclitty like yours who'll want to use it.Oh, and just to remind.