Every now and then there's one from a woman who wants to party withanother woman but who can't bring herself to admit that she's got someles tendencie...s. And every now and again there's one that captures myattention. Last week I got a message that got me:"Hi, my name's Gary and I read your ad. This may sound kind of out ofbounds but me and my wife want to party with a transvestite. She knowsI've been with TV's before and wants to do it with me. We also have thisfriend Steve who she has the hots. To make it worse, she was small, cute and curvy. Her looks were so in contrast with her job, she had developed a complex about it. Kelley was anything but nice. She was the biggest hard ass anyone in this precinct had ever faced. Even as he stared down at her petite body, he couldn’t even think of a joke to make about the fierce expression on her adorable face. Anyone who had served under her knew she was not as sweet as she looked. Hell, she didn’t even like her own name. She claimed it was. With his trace of remaining consciousness, Shawn attempted a personal inventory of his injuries. He hadn’t gotten far, though, when he heard a heavy footstep. He squinted up the stairs. It had been dark in the hallway, but it was a little lighter than where he was now. There was just enough light in the hall for him to make out a silhouette at the top of the stairwell. ‘Phhhht.’ Shawn tried to speak, but found enunciation difficult with the business end of his tongue detached. He wanted to. I just couldn't. She got me off a couple of times, barely, but it wasn't about me. It was all about Sandy." She was happy?" Delirious. They both were. You did a good thing. We did a good thing."I nodded. "That's what matters most. I ... I can bear it, I guess, if it's that important to them. I understand if you ever want to do it again." No. Not a fucking chance in hell. Maybe if you're there too. I could deal with the four of us, but not without you. Don't even ask me to." I won't. I'm.