Not much smell to speak of but I wondered what it tasted like.I popped my finger in my mouth & all I got was a tangy,salty taste.It wasn't disgusting ...or anything but nothing startling either...bit of a let down if I'm honest.Anyways,as much as I fancied a wank my arsehole was clenched tight with the strain of needing a slash & me arse was spasming like it always did when I needed a piss.Sighing I got off the bed & plodded across the landing,eyes sticky with sleep & scratching me arse & bollock. Old Bert the caretaker was never charged with any offence.Curiously no one ever asked what happened to Rawlings’ police car, so my sister Hettie and brother-in-law Jack were never questioned about its disappearance. The little Ford motor car that Mary bought is stored in the yard at the flat in Denmark Hill and I use it occasionally when off-duty, although the petrol allowance only gives me about half to three-quarters of an hour’s driving a week, and there are rumours that the petrol allowance. “Here” added Yvonne, “we can do anything without being scorned or laughed at. Do you understand?” By now my interest was aroused. “Yvonne, may I ask a simple question…how did you all come together here?“Yes, we are very fortunate. It started about four years ago. Gwendolyn was the originator. Being a young girl in the sixties, when she hit 50 she realised that when a woman reached 40 or 50 the world and the majority of men believed their sex drive shrivelled up and died. But the biological. I explained that this started out as a punishment for your thievery but after dressing this way for a few days you discovered that you enjoy showing your feminine side. He wasn't very happy but considering his situation he really can't say or do anything."After I put on my slip, I sat on the bed to slip on my sheer white pantyhose; I asked mom how she could that. "Mom, how could you tell dad that lie? You know I hate dressing like a girl. I'm a boy, mom!" Well, that doesn't matter, does it?.