Riley and I had become much closer over the years. He acted as a surrogate brother whenever Jon couldnt be there, and always showed up whenever I aske...d, especially when it involved my parents fighting, and did they know how to fight. Those nights, he would sneak me out of my room and take me to the park or down to the beach while I tried not to cry, though he always assured me it was okay to. The times when I finally did break down and cry, he would wrap me in his arms. I had long since learned. As one might imagine, one of the residual side-effects of Joe's new found ability to spend time as an anatomically correct member of the opposite sex was that he gained first hand knowledge of all the ins and outs of a woman's body. And, as his familiarity with a woman's erogenous zones grew, he used that knowledge to his advantage and so became a grand master in the ever so subjective game of lovemaking. He learned, through many nights of personal experimentation, how to tweak, when to tweak,. By threatening to call ?rape? she reckoned that she only had to put out about one time in ten. Some punters called her bluff, of course, and she had been beaten up a few times but, on balance, her approach to her work paid dividends. She used a variety of names in her work ? it was Kelly this week but next week it might be Joanne, or Mary, or whatever she decided it would be. The Punters never knew the difference anyway. ?You?ve been giving the sisterhood a bad name ? so much so that trade has. From across the room I could see she had taken off the lace boob tube. Her natural tits now hung much lower and swung with each step, threatening to escape the cover of her dress. Her stiff nipples were trying to poke holes through the material. I watched without being too obvious about it as she flirted with him, and I knew at one point that she had told him about me because I saw him turn and look in my direction, and while he was doing so, my wife winked at me. I smiled and raised my glass.