I guess it stuck in hiscraw that night.It was whilst in prison that he penned 'He became she'. He sent themanuscript to his sister, including a note c...omplaining that he hadforcibly become his cellmate's bitch. Publication and a measure ofliterary success followed his release.'He became she' set new standards of TG brevity whilst still fullyengaging the reader with the angst storyline. However, I found it fairlyrun of the mill. Yes, it was short, but there were so many more storieslike it. I think Katherine and Petruccio was a clue to what they do like – planted to see how smart we are. My guess is he likes to dish it out and she enjoys taking it. I may be wrong but I wouldn’t be at all surprised next time if she doesn’t finish up across your lap with her pretty arse in the air.’‘You noticed – the rear view?’‘Of course. And so did you.’‘Of course. But if that’s what they don’t agree about, what is it?’‘Interesting to find out – I thought I picked up a hint while they were. I placed her left hand on Ian's crotch and the other on mine. She began to rub us and I began to feel het breasts, I encouraged Ian to do the same.We both began to kiss her and it was obviousshe was turned on. Not wanting her to cum too early Ian and I stood up, me behind him and I started to undress him, facing Joan. I undid his shirt and after removing it i began to play with his nipples.He was squirming as I undid his jeans and pulling them down exposing his member to Joan's view. She had. It was as he was singing the second chorus, just before the bridge and the guitar solo, when other objects came flying onto the stage, a group of ten or more, coming from several rows back, moving with considerable velocity.Damn it, Jake had time to think before one of the objects, a black book a little larger than a pack of cigarettes, hit him directly in the chest hard enough to hurt. I thought we were going to get through a concert for once without this shit. The small book bounced off him.