.the email I'd sent her from anew hotmail address introduced myself as a psychology major who wasdoing a paper on transgenderism, and she had agreed t...o give me a fewminutes of her time that afternoon.I took my time meandering through the beautiful campus, trying torehearse in my mind the questions I'd be asking Dr. Hung. When nobodywas nearby, I practiced the girlish voice which the mistresses haddrilled into me, feeling very self-conscious. By the time I got to thebiology building, I was. She locked the door and turned around. She could still remember the day 18 years ago when she walked through the same door and closed it behind her for the first time to be with her husband. Now she has again repeated the act after 18 years at the age of 38 but not for the same husband this timeShe was just married that day in the morning. It is not that her husband was dead and she has married a new man. Her husband Kamaesh was alive and she has married her son Krishna. Of course she was. One of my younger brothers perished from eating a shard of broken lead paint—but hey, that’s capitalism, right?I put my beef into the smacks. WHACK! CRACK! THWACK! Yates’s eyes were now just gushing tears and his mouth was working over time in begging. It was pitiful, but personally invigorating. I picked up a paperweight and slammed it against Yates’s balls and he screamed again.?Do you want to take a break, Yates?? I asked, and he nodded sluggishly. I took him by the scalp and pulled him away. “The biggest obstacle to doing what you suggest is money, of course. How much do you figure this will cost?” Charles asked.“You asked the hardest question first,” said Jake. “I figure around two hundred and fifty thousand for the physical improvements plus you’ll need a line of credit for the same amount to be able to order large quantities of furniture and appliances.”“That’s a lot of money, if we have a line of credit why not pay for the furniture and appliances up front?Jake figured his.