They’d gotten to work, putting IVs in her and getting her on a gurney, rushing her out of the still dark building.She’d been rushed into surgery t...he moment she’d hit the hospital, while Taylor paced in the hallway, occasionally joined by Whitaker’s colleagues. His shirt and pants were still stained with her blood. Rollins had shown up shortly after she had gone into surgery, demanding Taylor come back for a debriefing.That had been a tense few moments. Taylor had made it clear it would take. And she wanted something more. She wanted to eat pussy. She wanted to make love to another woman. I knew no women in Marseille, but I knew where to find an available one.I left Aisha and went a few blocks away to where the street walkers congregated. I saw one that struck my fancy. She was a petite red head. I always tended towards red heads. And she had her hair cut like a pixie. She was even half-way pretty for a hooker. I approached her, we made a deal, and we went back the hotel room where. With stringy, shoulder-length brown hair. In fact, she couldhave been the younger sister that Hank had always dreamed of having."What was in that bottle?" he thought. "I've got to get to the mall.I hope I can talk that old man into reversing this."But first, he had to get dressed.He found silk panties and bras in one of the dresser's drawers. Andin the closet, next to the pair of jeans he took out to wear, hungseveral dresses. Dressing his female form was a totally newexperience for him,. Because that's how it starts, dear." I lectured him. "First you start sucking cock, no big deal right? Then you start playing with each other's asshole...finally it ends up with full-blown ass-fucking. If anyone deserves to take your anal virginity, it might as well be me." He sat there quietly and breathed a long, harsh sigh. "Bend over." I ordered as I walked around him and faced him from behind. Silence. "I said bend over!" Grasping the edge of the bed, he leaned over until his ass was.