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Supervisor was preparing her Annual Fitness Report that
year, she had set out to correct the situation. Nor was he resistant to her
efforts. Quite the contrary, he had proven an amusing and intelligent companion.
They shared several interests even.
So why?
Earlier that evening, she had decided to roll the dice,
once and for all. She would never forget the expression on his face when she
emerged from the bathroom, entered the main room, and planted herself in front
of the wallscreen---stark naked.
What had surprised her most was the clear terror on his
handsome face. For one dreadful instant, she feared she had made an humiliating
error, that he was in fact a Gay: albeit an undeclared one. Although why anyone
in this day and age should not Declare their gender preference was unfathomable.
At least to her. Well, to any one.
So she asked. "Are you a Gay?"
"No."
Relieved, but no less perplexed, she had clamped a hand to
her hip. "Then why? I simply don't understand. We've been seeing each other for
the best part of two weeks now and..."
"It's difficult to explain," he had interrupted quietly.
"Am I not a female?"
"Oh, you're all female."
"Then why?" She had grown angry then, quite furious
actually. "It's not as though sex were anything special. It's a bit of bloody
fun is all! At least most people think it is..!"
At which point she had left off her tirade. For the simple
reason that he had stood up, suddenly, and begun to undress---thus giving her
something else to do. To wit, to look. First at his slim flat chest and belly.
Then at his muscular flanks and legs. She had always quite fancied those legs,
his legs. Then, when he straightened up, discarding the last garment nervously,
at his... Well, the shock had been palpable. Utter. Next she knew her free hand
had gone to her mouth, while she gaped at him, no doubt goggle-eyed...
It had been a frightful moment, every bit as terrible as
Michael James had been anticipating for so long---for so very many years. Why he
had given in to the impulse, then, with her, he would never know... Of course he had
been thinking about sex, especially sex with Starr. She was a fabulous female. A
trifle heavyish, perhaps, but he preferred to think of that as "rounded." Her
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