And smiles. Wickedly, I almost think. “If I may ask, what kind of event is this? Not that it matters. It’s your business, but you have me very cur...ious.”Tim replied, “No problem, Sharon. Michele’s dad, Barb’s husband, has a poker game planned for tomorrow night. I think there will be eight of us there. The ladies will be serving drinks and snacks during the game. Of course, later, they will be very much UN-lady like.”“Delicious. I love it. Can I ask if they’re your …?”“No, not slaves. That’s too. "You need the sharpest eye now, don't you? The keenest ear. You want tofeel the smallest change. Shed your skin, and feel."I felt her undo a button. Then another."Yes," I said. "I want to feel the change."She cupped her hand to my ear and told me how. And if I would not tell heryes, I did not tell her no.I shed my skin. Her razor helped, and so did the steaming bath she drew.There's something about the glide of metal, the sharp edge in another'shand, the tiny crunching of hairs being mowed, of. Couldn't believe I could feel it as a part of me, let alone look at it fromthis vantage point. Stunned I sat for a long period of time. All of asudden I was no longer a man.The brief thought that this was some sort of illusion, that this reallyhadn't occurred, that this was an intense hallucination shoved its way intomy mind. Yet everything I saw disproved that theory. I blinked hard and'it' was still there, I couldn't even mentally construct what it was called,as if that would cement its. ’ ‘Boy did you,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I bet you were glad things moved so quickly,’ I said wryly. ‘Huh? Are you kidding? It was agonizingly slow,’ he lamented. ‘We slept together the first night, Scott… Ru… whatever.’ ‘Not that,’ he sighed. ‘I knew that part would be easy…’ ‘Ru!’ I snapped. ‘You know what I mean,’ he said, a little dismissively. ‘You were there to pick up guys. How easy would it have been for me, knowing you as well as I do, to convince you to take me home?’ I.