"Speaking of the devil, Jill walked in the door with Bozo.I went over to kiss her but she turned her face so I just got her cheek."I need to brush my ...teeth." OK. Is Sara invited today?" Of course she is. You should know that." I do. She wasn't sure it was OK with you. Can she bring a friend?" Of course. Gotta go." She headed down the hall and I heard the bathroom door close.I looked over at Sara. "Well, don't just stand there. Give him a call."She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.. "I'm going to be busy tonight, remember?"OH SHIT! Had I forgotten something? Then I heard the giggle."Oh, Tommy! You should see the look on your face! I'm not going anyplace, it's just so much fun to watch you panic!"Speaking of panic ... my princess had obviously forgotten that I know all her ticklish spots.We spent the afternoon cleaning up the place—at least as much as it required. Beth had inherited the "clean" gene from her mother and enough of her habits had rubbed off on me that keeping. Unfortunately I am none of those. Yes I sayto myself, here I am, a heterosexual man (at least I hope I still am)dressed very provocatively and convincingly as a sexy woman. What apickle I am in! Now you can appreciate why my senses are overwhelmed bysuch a cascade of female experiences. They are so alien, so vivid and soreal! Do women have such exciting sensory feedback or does it gounnoticed, taken as granted for their every day lives. For me, this is avery scary first, and I hope last, time. It was over in a matter of seconds. One of the men was on his knees on the concrete apron clutching his groin, unable to utter a sound; the other lay unconscious half on top of the still-insensible giant, his right arm extended at an unnatural angle. Igwanda, untouched, simply shook his head over them."Very impressive," came a soft voice. Without haste Igwanda turned to the source of the voice, a middle-aged man with something of a paunch who was emerging from the convenience store. In his.