I'm still working on it slowly." How long have you been there?" Four years." I reckon you've done better than me. You live in the country and can easi...ly get to work with a well respected firm of solicitors. I ought to have been a solicitor rather than a barrister." Why did you choose the bar?"Gerry smiled deprecatingly. "Vanity. I rather fancied myself prancing around in a wig and a gown."Isobel smiled back. "On the other hand you must be pretty good at it for Sir Norman to have recommended you. The trouble wasn’t that the King was lying, for she was sure that he spoke the truth as he saw it. The problem was that his “truth” was an artificial construct created for him by Wormtongue, who was no doubt pursuing his own devious plans. She was certain that whatever message the hidden cylinder held, it was never meant for Théoden’s eyes. But without surety, she had no way prove his guilt.Even as the room darkened, the narrowness of her immediate future suddenly became clear. If she had no. No, wait.He was getting reality and virtuality confused but maybe he could use the mousepad to actually turn himself into a girl when he was pretending to be one online. Yeah, that would be great.If it would be so great, why wasn't he getting a hard-on again? Not even trying to, the little wad of flesh at his groin was completely uninterested.But let him think for just a moment, just a flash of consideration, a fleck of reflection on the idea of being _stuck_ as Carlotta, _trapped_ in the body. ”“Because I want to see your cock, if I didn’t want to see and touch your cock I’d be unfastening someone else’s pants right now.”“I’m old enough to be your father.”“I know that silly, I have enough boys chasing me around school, I could have them any time I want, but I don’t want them, I want a man, I want my first time to be with someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who will make a special occasion extra special, who’ll be tender and loving and who won’t shoot his junk as soon as I.