How old are you really?" I tried to pass it off, as I'd learned to do with private questions — keep them on the hook, believing the fantasy, and you... make more money. Make them think they have a chance with you. But he wanted to know, really, so I told him how old I was, what I liked to read, that I wasn't actually in university anymore. He hoarded the information I gave him; he was always careful never to say anything where the other guys could see.One day, he finally clicked "Pay Now" and took. " Did you girls enjoy yourselves?" I asked, more about making conversation."We did" Tanya said, "lots of, well, you know.... Girl talk." Speaking of her" I continued, "where is my little minx?" Oh" answered Tanya, "she's upstairs.... Getting ready." Getting ready?" I asked." Yes" Tanya confirmed, "Just making some last minute preparations. It seems that she and I got to really know each other today.... and more importantly, what she really want's out of this." Oh?" I asked, now wondering what. We ordered champagne, and when the young, black waiter brought it over, I couldn't help notice my wife checking him over. He was in excellent shape, and had a handsome smile. When my wife bent down to pick up her bag, I also couldn't help noticing him staring down her low cut top at her 36EE chest.We drank the champagne and when I suggested it was time to go upstairs, my wife asked if we could order another bottle. She could hardly take her eyes off of thE waiter, who would look up and flash a. "Aiden, didn't you like any of it at all?" Look Kimberly," Aiden said. "I wasn't going to keep living yourfeminized man fetish for the rest of my life. I told you I would stopwhen I was able to retire, now I am retired and it is done. I am so happyto finally be free. But, to answer your question, I hated all of it. Itwas a nightmare."He paced the floor, his body frightening contorted in anger. Rage andyears of pain filled the look in his eye. He still looked very feminineeven wearing his jeans.