.. You owe me a new tape.”“I don’t owe you shit!” she said, moving however she could to break free.“Fine ... then think of it like this ... ...I made you mine once before. I. will. not. hesitate. to do it. again ... harder ... longer ... and permanently.”I felt her resolve weaken with that last word. Fear crept into her whimpering tone and she tired after expending energy to escape. I reach into my back pocket and produce my handkerchief. “Open.” I command. She clamps shut and shakes her head. “. “Just the way I like it.” I said.“Tell me what you look like. How are you positioned now, everything.” “I’m 5’6, 32-28-32, fair, with shoulder length hair. Breasts are average size, with 1 inch nipples. Very dark. Tummy is mostly flat with a slight bulge below the navel. I shave my hair so right now I have just a little bit of growth. My vagina is darker than my skin, so the wetness makes the contrast of the outer and inner lips very apparent. I used a mirror to see once.” She said in. "I am assuming that this is Rome. At least that's where I was before I fainted. Unfortunately, I don't remember exactly where I lived or much about my life prior to the accident." Yes, Picard," she said shaking her head at his misfortune, "you are still in Rome, just south of the Forum along the main road."Picard thought for a moment how best to ask the year. This was not going to be easy."Miryam, forgive this ridiculous question, but I must know -- who is in charge of the city now?" Who is in. If that was whatturned me on, I?d go seek it. I found a club and managed admittance.Mostly I just sat around and drank coffee. Some of the trannies came totalk to me. There was another real girl or two hanging around, probablythinking the same as me. After a few days I met Robert.The boy who sat at my table was wearing a pretty blouse with no braunderneath, a long grey skirt with a slip, some indifferent eye makeup,and boy-clothes otherwise. His hair was long but indifferently styled. Iprobably.