I was living out the pole dance scene in my story Dyke's Bitch I jerkedand twitched and began to try to dance like a pole dancer and as I didmy hips w...ere involuntarily gyrated by the combination of shocks andvibrations from the plug. When the women tired of my dancing I wasdragged to a bench and strapped supine upon the board which had a holein it where the back of my head was held while a second board covered myface leaving only my mouth and nose exposed. My knees were drawn up tomy chest and. In the geriatric ward I paused to pull a young nymph off of an elderly male cancer patient who was mere moments away from his maker. Further down the hall I wheeled a comatose patient away from a swarming hoard only to be victimized in his place. As I lay in a fetal position on the sterile white floor still clinging to the wheelchair strut, I heard the sound of an angel crying. April had found me! She covered my prone form with her petite body for protection and covered my face with. I’d like to keep creeps like Benson out of the area.”The men fell silent thinking their own thoughts as they watched the charcoal burn down to glowing red coals that were soon covered with a thin layer of gray ash. Jerry was thinking about the changes that would occur within the neighborhood. Henry was thinking about the character of the man beside him.Satisfied that the coals were ready, Henry spread them into a nice even layer across the bottom of the grill. He placed a layer of aluminum foil. Finally, I pulled away."My goodness! You certainly take a girl's breath away," I said, girlishly arranging my hair.This time he gave me no argument about my gender. He asked me if I'd like to go out with him for some ice cream. I declined saying I didn't dare to go out in public in girl's clothes and I didn't want to bother to change, but thanks anyway. I didn't tell him as Marla, I'd been out many times with Ann. Frank left and I went up to freshen my lipstick, though I don't know why. Ann.