" Jason stammered, flustered."Come on. Spit it out." One of the other ladies said that you might be a transgender woman?" Yes, I am...and?" I, uh...wa...s, uh...wondering if you might have sex with me?"Cat looked at him hard, her eyes narrowing. She absorbed him, sizing him up, looking at everything about him, even his demeanor and posture. She guessed him to be early twenties, meaning he was probably inexperienced either way. Unless they'd been taken in under the wing of someone much older, they. Originally, Ultra Woman patrolled the city using an old 1938 Ford that Abby had rescued from the police impound yard. The Sergeant who ran the yard was more than willing to lose the paperwork on a car headed for the scrap heap in order to give much needed transportation for the daughter of an old friend. Another friend, one who had more ulterior motives, had volunteered to restore the car to working condition. He'd succeeded in that, but not in obtaining her thanks in the form he'd hoped. Sheets. Handcuffs. Rope. She always used to ask me why I enjoyed restraining her and I could never give her an answer that felt honest. It went beyond the physical, of course. And it was shaded with darkness. Why would I want to tie her up? Because it made me feel like I owned her? I write that as a question but it’s an answer, really. And of course owning her body didn’t mean I owned her mind but the way she’d look at me when I was on top of her made me feel like she was giving her whole self. I hate to say this, because it should never be the victim's responsibility to avoid rape, but you should continue to take extra precautions, even after the week is over..."'Only one more day, ' I thought to myself."You should be fine using the girls' bathrooms, but try to avoid being alone in the hallways, and keep your wits about you when you're out around town. He may try to stalk you. If he does, tell me and I'll try to set up a sting. If we're lucky we can catch the little..." She paused.