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"Can I help you?" Mary said through the screened door. She'd sent Jordan into the living room to wait until she knew what was going on. "Good evening, ma'm," the man in the black polo shirt with an embroidered badge and a the words 'Worcester County Sheriff's Department' embroidered below the badge. "My name is Deputy Reese of the Worcester County Sheriff's Department and I'm afraid that I have a summons here for you and a Jordan Alden." "Before I open the door," Mary was cautious, "May I see some ID?" The man pulled out his wallet and pulled out a plastic ID badge and showed it to her. "Don't you have an actual badge or anything?" "No, ma'm. That is my official ID." "I must admit, deputy, I am a little confused. I've never heard of a sheriff's department in Worcester County and to be honest, I'm a little uncertain of that ID. Please wait here while I make a call to my attorney." "It's just a summons, ma'm. You can discuss it with your attorney at another time." The man held the papers out. Mary looked at him as she raised her cell phone and pushed Susan's number. "Mary? Is everything ok?" Susan's voice came through the speaker phone. "I don't know, Susie. There's a man at my door who claims to be a Sheriff's Department deputy and he has a summons for me and Jordie." "Oh, crap," Susan muttered. "Should I accept the summons?" "You don't have much choice, I'm afraid, Mare. Take it and I'll come by tomorrow." "Susie... is there really a Worcester County Sheriff's Department? I've never heard of one before." "There is, hon. They run the county jail and deal with court documents, such as summonses. They're not very high profile, but they are law enforcement, Mare. If you don't accept the summons, he has the authority to arrest you. Just take the paperwork and I'll read it for you tomorrow." "Ok. Thanks Susie." She disconnected the call. Mary shook her head at the man on her front stoop. "This is all nonsense, you know. Jordie and I have nothing to do with the accusations." The man shrugged. "I'm sorry, ma'm, but I don't really have any knowledge of the case. I'm just here to deliver the summons." He held it out again. Mary opened the door far enough to extend her arm outside and accept the paperwork. "Is that all?" She asked. "No ma'm. I need to personally deliver the paperwork to Mr Alden. Is he here?" Mary heaved a heavy sigh. "Jordie. Come here, please." Jordie appeared from out of the living room in his nylon nightie and robe. The deputy looked confused for a moment. "MISTER Alden???" Jordan nodded. The man shook his head and held the papers out. Jordan reached out and took them without saying a word. "Thank you... ladies," the deputy said. "Have a good evening." Jordan looked at the paperwork. "So, do we have to testify in front of the Massachusetts Bar Association at that hearing?" Mary shook her head. "No. It looks like Mr Leary is appealing Judge Lang's ruling. He's coming after your money again." XXX The clock read two-eighteen when Melissa heard a door close and someone walking softly down the creaky stairs. Curious, she pulled back the covers and stood in her chemise-style top and lounge pants and pulled back the curtain to see who had left the house. Below, she saw Jordan in his nightie, walking across the grass. She watched as he sat on the table top of the picnic table and buried his face in his hands. Within seconds, Melissa had grabbed her robe and she was tip toeing down the stairs and out the door. Jordan was startled when he felt the touch of her hand on his back. "You scared me." He muttered. "I'm sorry," Melissa rubbed his back and looked at his sad and tear streaked face. "Are you ok?" He shook his head and his face melted into more uncontrollable weeping. "This is all my fault. I always do this. I mess up everything. Why can't I just be like everyone else? Why do I bring problems to everyone I love?" Melissa wrapped her arms around his tiny shoulders. "Alright, enough self pity, Jordie. None of this is your fault. You're just a player in this game. That sleaze-ball just wants to get ahold of your inheritance. No one blames you." "I blame me," he shook. "Well... then you're wrong. You are not responsible for any of this." "Melissa... All my life, I've been bad luck for everyone I've come in contact with. In high school, if I was picked for a team, they were going to lose. In college, if ever hung out with other students, someone I didn't know would start harassing us and it always ended up in some kind of a fight. My parents were so fed up with me that they escaped being near me by going to China and that killed them. Auntie Mary took me in and now she's all wrapped up in this stuff. I'm just bad luck to everyone I know. You should probably get away from me before it's too late." Melissa ran her fingers along his braided hair. "You know, Jordie... sometimes bad things just happen to good people. Everyone has problems. That's just the way that life is." Jordan shook his head. "What problems do you have, other than being involved with me? You're rich, you just graduated from one of the most prestigious colleges in the world... aside from being stuck here, which is my fault, what problems could you possibly have?" Melissa shook her head. "Jordie... my dad left when I was seven. He was a rich, mean drunk who beat the shit out of my mom and he tried... well... the thing that pushed my mom over the edge and made her fight back was when he came home drunk and..." she looked away. "... she came running into my room because she heard me screaming. She found my dad on top of me, trying to... rape... me." Jordan stared at Melissa in shock. "I'm... oh, my God, Mel... I'm... sorry." "And my mom... Jordie, I mean, I love her and I know that she loves me, but... she's got a career and all. She wasn't around a lot when I was growing up. I spent some afternoons with my grandparents, when they weren't traveling to one island or another, or at school, or at home alone. Life's not easy for anyone, Jordie, but that's not your fault. You've got to stop blaming yourself for everything." Jordie sat in silence for a few moments, trying to think of something appropriate to say after Melissa had opened up to him so much. Eventually, he turned away and looked at the sky. "Have you looked at the night sky since you got here? There are a lot more stars in the sky here than in the city." Melissa looked up and saw what he meant. The sky was filled with dots of light. "Wow," she whispered. "It's beautiful." Jordan lowered his head and thought for a minute. "Did it ever bother you that you were tall for a girl?" Melissa took a breath. "Yes. I hated it. I felt like I was being punished by God or something. All the other girls were little princesses and I was always awkward." Jordan took her hand and kissed it, then held it to his cheek. "I'm sorry." Not quite sure what his point was, Melissa asked, "Does it bother you that I'm tall? Tall for a girl, I mean?" Jordan rubbed his cheek on her hand. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His voice was quiet and sincere. He sounded as if he was on the verge of tears again. Melissa felt her own lip quiver just a bit. "Does it bother you that I'm puny?" Jordan whispered. "You're not puny," Melissa blinked back the watery feeling in her eyes. "You're petite." She waited a moment. "And I don't think I've ever met a boy who I've found more attractive than you. You're beautiful, too." Jordan kissed her hand, again. "We make a great team, don't we? A beautiful amazon and a pretty dwarf." He snickered, then looked at Melissa. "Am I asking too much of you to be with me?" Melissa took her hand from his, then sat on the bench beside his knees so that the top of her head was just above Jordan's shoulder. "Jordie... the world is full of tall people and small people. People who are smart in one area and stupid in another. People who have different skin colors. All different kinds of people and they all fall in love everyday. We're lucky, Jordie. We found each other. Maybe we'll look unusual to some people, but so what? I want to be with you and you want to be with me so there is nothing else to talk about." "You say that, now," Jordan shook his head, "but wait till all of this is over and we run into someone you know. How will you explain me, then? Will you introduce me as your 'boyfriend,' your 'girlfriend,' your 'friend?' It's not going to be easy, Melissa. I'm always going to be an uncomfortable part of everyone's life. I've already ruined my parents' lives, now I'm ruining my aunt's. I don't want to ruin yours, too." "Jordie," Melissa let out a nervous laugh, "I've only been with you a few days and already my life is so much better than it was." "Yeah, but we're living in a bubble right now. What happens later..." "Who cares!?" Melissa interrupted using a much louder voice than she'd intended. "Jordie, why are you making this harder than it has to be? Everyone keeps telling me how 'Jordie needs to make everyone happy.' Well, Jordie, I'm already happy and I want to stay that way. Now, please listen to what I am telling you - I love you. I want to be with you. I don't care about what anyone else thinks about you or about me or us." She took one of his hands in both of hers. "This. This right here. This is what I want. I want you. I want to be with you and I want you to be with me. Could I possibly make that any clearer." There was at least ten seconds of silence before Jordan said, "You love me?" "What?" Melissa was still trying to catch her breath. "You said you loved me. Is that true?" Melissa retraced her words. Had she said that? Yes. She probably did. Did she mean it? Yes, she probably did. Was it too soon in the relationship ship to say it out loud? Yes, it definitely was. She took a deep, resigned breath. "Yes, of course I love you, Jordie. Why do you think I'm here?" "How? " he asked. "How, what?" "How do you love me?" "What do you mean?" Melissa's eyebrows scrunched up on her forehead. "Do you like me like a friend? Like a brother? Like a sister? How do you love me?" "Oh, my God," she looked at him and whispered, "you are such a little girl." She let out a sigh. "Jordan Alden - I love you like no one I've ever loved before. I love you like a boyfriend. I love you like a girlfriend. I love you like a sister. I love you like a brother. I love you like an aunt. Like an uncle. Like a poodle. Like an ice cream cone. Like a dandelion. Like an old movie. Like a song. Like a good meal. Like a soft breeze on a hot day. Jordie... I love you like everything in the world, but most of all," she stood and looked down at him, "I love you like this." She put a hand on each of his cheeks and drew him closer to her as she bent down and placed her lips softly on his. He yielded to her immediately and she ran her hands down his neck to his shoulders and wrapped him within her and still the kiss went on. She ran her right hand down his left arm to his hand and raised it to her shoulder, and still the kiss continued, but now, her tongue probed deeply into his mouth, and again, he yielded. Finally, she pulled her head back, just enough to end the kiss. She took a breath, then leaned forward and laid a small, tender kiss on his forehead. "Do you believe me?" "I do," he whispered and received another peck, this time on his cheek. "Do you love me?" "I do," he whispered again. "I love you with everything I have to love." She smiled and squeezed the hand she was holding. Then she guided that hand lowed, along the spaghetti strap of her top to the lace bodice of the tight fitting chemise that covered her right breast. She placed his palm on her breast and she shivered, just a little less than Jordan did. "How does that feel?"she asked him. "Soft and firm and wonderful," he smiled up into her eyes as he gently examined her breast with his soft, trembling fingers. "Kiss me," she whispered, but she gently shook her head as he raised his lips to hers. "Not there." She squeezed his hand on her breast. "Kiss me here." Jordan felt a fevered rush pass through him. He was petrified to even be touching her breast. The thought of kissing it, of possibly catching a peek of it was scaring him nearly to the point of passing out. And yet. It was what he wanted to do more than anything on earth. He lowered his gaze and found her breasts were level with his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed the lace material of the chemise. Then, he raised his lips just a little so that his next kiss was on the pliant skin just next to the fabric. Both he and Melissa quivered at the soft kiss. Melissa placed her right hand gently on the back of his head. She lowered the strap of her chemise, allowing the cup of lace to be lowered as well. Following her lead, Jordan moved his kissed closer to her nipple. Tiny kiss, after tiny kiss, after tiny kiss, moved slowly towards its target until, at long last, his kiss landed gently on the firm, erect part of her breast and his touch sent an electric charge through her like no one else's lips had ever done before. Of course, others had had their lips on this spot. Their chapped, hard, stubble covered lips had nibbled and pulled and vacuumed this sensitive part of her body, but never had had anyone touched it so softly. So passionately. So perfectly before. She leaned over and embraced his head with her upper arms and shoulders as a much bigger orgasm than she expected rocked her to her core. "Ahh," she gasped as she pulled him closer and her pelvis began to thrust, slowly, involuntarily forward, then back, then forward again. Knowing he was pleasing her, but being in uncharted territory, Jordan continued his kissing, adding tonguing and gently rubbing as he used Melissa's quiet, desperate groans as a guide. Suddenly, Melissa reached down and grasped at the empty, padded cup of his bra. Damn! Why weren't there breasts there? But there were none. She gripped his shoulders instead, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Her hand was near his crotch as he sat on the table, so she reached for the hem of his nightie and started to raise it to gain access to him, and she was stunned when he gently, but firmly pushed it away. He looked up at her and in the moonlight she could see a wicked little smile on his beautiful face. "I want it," she whispered. His smile became impish as he shook his head from side to side. "No?" She giggled, desperate to get his lips back on her. "No," he said in a husky, hungry voice. "I need to worship YOU, tonight." "'Worship' me?" Her eyes grew large. "How?" He stood on the bench making himself taller than her and he hugged her to his artificial breasts. He also wished that they were real so that he could feel her lips on him. Melissa rubbed her face into the silky, soft ersatz blossom. God, he smelled so good! Jordan reached down and gently returned the spaghetti strap to Melissa's shoulder, much to her chagrin. She did not want him to stop, but the playful look on his face said that he had other plans. Jordan jumped to the ground, his nightie inflating and relaxing with his motion. Smiled up at Melissa and said, "Like this." Before she knew what he was doing, Jordan was on his knees and loosening the belt-tie that held up Melissa's lounge pants. "Jordie..." Melissa gasped in surprise. She wasn't promiscuous or anything, but she'd had men's hips between her legs a few times before, but this was different. Jordan was on his knees in the same way that she'd been on her knees before boys in the past. This was a lot to take in and this was a very big line that they were about to cross. "Jordie... are you sure?" He lowered the waistband of her pants two inches and leaned forward, kissing the skin of her lower abdomen. Melissa gasped again as his breath ticked her belly. Jordan's soft kisses continued as her pants slide slowly towards exposing herself to him. She wanted to stop him. This wasn't right. This was too soon. This could lead to... Oh, God, it felt so, so, so good! She was powerless to stop what was going to happen from happening. All she could do at this point was struggle to catch her breath. Finally, the agonizing, downward progress of her pants reached her vagina and the cool, spring, nighttime air kissed her womanhood just a fraction of a second before Jordan's lips kissed her as well. "Oh, Lord!" Melissa huffed as her body quivered to her center. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" And then Jordan's tongue made a tentative entrance that felt like nothing she she could have ever imagined. It was warm and alive, not like a vibrator. It was soft and wet and pliable, not like a penis. It was alive and it was moving and it was inside her. It was hers to hold within herself and cherish like a gift. Jordan could feel her shake. He could feel her tummy muscles ripple and stretch with her thrusts. He could smell her perfume and her sweat and her musk. He could taste her and he wanted to show her how wonderful he felt in complete submission to her - to her sex - to her strength - to her power - to her. Just when Melissa thought she could never feel anything more exquisite, Jordan plunged deeper within her and she was wracked with one overwhelming orgasm after another. She gripped Jordan's head and held him close as she arched her back, rolled her head to the back or her head and saw the stars above her. Hundreds of thousands of stars. Jordan's stars. And then she became lost in those stars. XXX "It probably could have gone better," Susan said as she sipped on the bottle of beer that Mary had brought her. She was sitting in the styling chair in the salon as rain whipped at the windows. "Amanda was more controlled and dignified than I could ever have been and she was in the hot seat for hours. I was only questioned and browbeaten for an hour or so." "Did she create a good defense for herself?" Mary sipped a beer as well. It had been a long day. Now that she was able to see all of her customers again, she was flooded with appointments. She was exhausted and the bitter taste of the beer was surprisingly refreshing on this warm and stuffy day in the salon. "I think so. She said that the brief that I had submitted was well written and had given her the information she'd needed to make her decisions. She maintained that Leary's entire case was just based on retaining control of your sister's estate and that his attitudes towards Jordan's appearance were purely sexist and cruel." Mary nodded. "How was your lawyer? Amanda's ex-brother-in-law? Did he do a good job?" Susan scoffed into her bottled. "Let me tell you, Mare, I would not want to go up against that guy in a courtroom. He's a freaking pit bull! When Amanda said that she'd divorced his brother, I guess I expected him to be, I don't know, businesslike, I guess, but he acted like we were his little sisters or something. He attacked every accusation and kept his arm around Amanda through the entire proceeding. It was like he was shielding her or something. I'm sure that he'll do a great job when he goes to court with you and Jordie, too. He comes across like a crusader, you know? Like everything is a valiant cause to him." "Good to know that chivalry is not dead!" Mary nodded, then held up her bottle. "To knights in shining armor!" "Here, here!" Susan chuckled and clinked her bottle against Mary's. "How's Jordie holding up? Do you think he'll be ok in court?" Mary shrugged. "I think so. He is pretty vulnerable. He was pretty upset by the summons, but he seems a lot better now. Having Melissa here seems to buoy his attitude a lot. They are awfully cute together. He's like a pretty, little puppy following her around. He's really smitten with her." "How sweet," Susan smiled. "Do you think I could talk to him for a few minutes before I go?" Mary checked her watch and pointed towards the door to the salon office. "I don't think he'll be done with his meeting with Dr Olsen for another hour yet. This is only his second appointment with her, but the first one lasted over two hours. I think he's measuring her today, too." Susan's forehead wrinkled a bit. "Dr Olsen from Ware? The psychiatrist? What's that all about?l "Boobs," Mary chuckled. "Boobs?" "Yeah. Jordie would like," Mary indicated her own cleavage, "his own boobs." "Really!?" Susan said shocked. "Why?" Now she was chuckling, "they just get in the way!" "Yes, they do." Mary agreed wholeheartedly. "I've been reading up on 'breast envy' lately. It seems that, in this ever more equitable society, penis envy has become less of an issue and breast envy has become more predominant. Who would have ever thought that could happen!?" "Boys want breasts!?" "Well, Jordie sure as heck does!" The beer, something that Mary rarely drank, was hitting her tired brain harder than she expected and she found herself laughing more than she wanted to. She covered her mouth to shield her laughter, but that made Susan laugh and Susan's laughter made Mary laugh that much harder. "Oh, shit!" Mary blurted out, "I think I'm getting drunk." "Did you just swear!?" Susan laughed hard, too. She wasn't feeling the alcohol nearly as hard as Mary was, but after a terrible day, seeing her straight-laced friend getting tipsy was amusing her to no end. "I don't think I've ever heard you say 'shit' in your entire life!" "That's because I don't swear," Mary said, taking a deep breath and gathering herself to sit up straighter and gain control. "But the way things have been going... fuck it! I'm going to swear." Both women laughed and it's was a welcome vent for all the stress they'd been under. Mary put her nearly empty beer bottle aside. "I better stop before I make an ass of myself in front of the girls." She pushed her hair back. "It sure felt good to laugh, though." Susan nodded. "We'll all get through this, Mare. Then we can all laugh again." XXX "You got a new computer?" Frances asked Melissa as she entered the kitchen where Melissa was unpacking the new MacBook Pro. "Yeah," she smiled. "I figured that I was going to be here for a few days and my old MacBook was getting pretty old, so I ordered one from Apple and had it delivered here." Frances looked concerned. "Was that a good idea? I mean, now there's a record of you staying here with us." Melissa smiled as she passed the box to Frances so she could read the delivery label. "Who is 'Janice Elliot?'" Frances asked, reading the name on the box. "She was a name on the list of names at the end of the movie we watched the other night. I think she was a costumer. It doesn't matter, I just used her name for the delivery." "Clever," Frances nodded as she sat down beside Melissa at the table. "Hey... ummm... can I talk to you about something?" "Sure." "Ok, look... I know this is none of my business, but," she looked around to be sure they were alone, "it's about Jordie." When Frances didn't continue, Melissa aked, "What about him?" Frances was obviously uncomfortable about what she wanted to say. "Oh, God... you know what... forget it." "No, no," Melissa pushed her new computer aside. "What's going on? Is Jordie upset about something?" Frances shook her head. "I feel like such an idiot saying this, but," she heaved a sigh, "I'm not sure how appropriate it is for you and Jordie to be going at it the way you were the other night, outside by the picnic table." Melissa froze and her eyes went wide. "Oh, my God... you saw us?" Frances nodded. "I wasn't watching, or anything like that. I woke up and heard you guys out there." "Look, Franny, I didn't plan that..." Frances held up her hands to calm down Melissa. "I know. I know. I heard the whole thing. I know that you tried to calm Jordie down, but... well... I think there's a lot of pent up sexual frustration there that we never suspected. I know that Jordie was insistent and that he was the one who knelt down, but... I'm kind of hesitant to talk to him about it. I don't want to... you know... shut him down just as he's coming out of his shell." "Yeah. I get that," Melissa nodded. "Look, I'm sorry. It really was just the heat of the moment. I'll make sure that it doesn't happen again." Frances smiled. "I know. I know how it can be when you're first in love. Everything just happens on its own." "Thanks," Melissa nodded, but then something occurred to her and her eyes went wide. "Oh, my God, did anyone else see us?" Frances laughed. "Relax, no one else saw you. Only Jordie's room and mine are on that side of the house. Mom and Robbie have no idea and I'm not going to tell them. I'm really glad that you're both happy together. I just don't want you to get caught. I think mom would have a cow if she happened to walk in on you when you guys were... involved." "Ok," Melissa agreed. "I promise - no more screwing around." XXX "Are you attracted to men?" Dr Olsen asked a question that she had been circlingback to with great frequency. "Not at all," Jordan insisted, yet again. "Then do you view yourself as a lesbian?" Another frequently asked question. Jordan hated to be forceful or argumentative, but it seemed like this was the right time to be assertive. He sighed and said, "Dr Olsen, I feel like you want me to answer 'yes' to that question just so that you can check off a box or something, but I don't think that I'm a lesbian. I think I'm a man. A very puny man who always felt out of place and freakish until the day he put on a dress for the first time. Then I felt right." "But you present as a woman, now." "I present as Jordie. This is what Jordie looks like." "Well, then, if that's what Jordie looks like, why does Jordie need breasts? Jordie looks just lovely right now." "Because I want to be able to wear other clothes. Clothes that show off a woman's cleavage." "There are a lot of women in the world who don't have very big breasts, Jordan, and they get by just fine." Ugg, he hated it when she played devil's advocate like this - baiting him to try to get him to say something that he didn't know quite how to verbalize. "And I want to join their ranks. I'm not trying to look like Christina Hendricks or Dolly Parton. I just want to feel right in my own body." Dr Olsen smiled. "Very good, Jordie." Jordan blinked, confused. "What?" "That was an excellent answer. It wasn't contrived or meant to coerce or please. It was an honest, heartfelt answer. Now - if you could have 'the perfect body,' what would that body look like?" Jordan thought for a few moments before speaking. "Well... I guess I'd want to be like me, but... maybe a little prettier. Maybe a little... a little more grownup looking than I look now." The doctor nodded. "And would breasts make you look more grownup?" "Of course. I mean, I look like a girl, now." "How old would you say you look now?" "I don't know. Sometimes people say I look like a thirteen or fourteen year old girl." "Does that bother you?" "A little?" "Because they think you're a girl and not a boy?" "No," Jordan sighed. Her she goes again. "Because they think I'm a child. I want to be seen as an adult." "An adult woman." He was growing frustrated. "I will never be viewed as an adult man. My body can't ever do that, even with hormones." "And would you prefer that if it were an option?" "No!" Jordan's head was spinning. He was getting close to crying. "Please... I don't know how to say this any more clearly. I want breasts because I feel like my body should have them. I need them. They will make me feel complete." Dr Olsen nodded. They'd been going at it like this for over an hour in the office off of the salon. "You understand why I keep coming back to these questions, right, Jordie?" He nodded. "Tell me why." He sighed. "Because, if I want to expedite my surgery, you need to be sure that I know what I'm getting into. I get it. I get it, but it is exhausting." "I know." The doctor smiled. "I'm sorry. Let's explore some other areas. Tell me about your girlfriend." "Melissa? What do you want to know?" "Does she want you to have breasts, too?" Jordan shrugged. "I think she just wants me to be happy." Dr Olsen smiled. "That's wonderful, Jordie. Do you know if she's ever had a lesbian relationship or if she is bisexual?" Jordan shook his head. "No, she hasn't and she isn't. We've talked about it. She's had a few serious relationships, she was even engaged to a guy at one point, but I'm the closest thing to a woman she's ever been with." She nodded. "And are you sexually active with Melissa?" Jordan froze. Why was she asking that? Did she know something? "Why?" He blurted out. The doctor smiled. "I'm not being nosy, Jordie. You're both old enough to have sexual relations with each other. I'm asking because we are discussing your sexual identity and I want to know if you understand what that means." Jordan glanced at the door. "You won't tell my aunt, will you? I don't want her to get mad, or send Melissa away." "Everything we discuss is just between us," she smiled reassuringly. Jordan nodded. "Well... we haven't exactly had sex, but we have... done stuff." "Such as?" Embarrassed, Jordan told her the story of their encounter on the Audubon trail. At her insistence, he described how Melissa had masturbated him that afternoon. "And you say that you laid in her arms and she controlled the situation as she cradled you?" Jordan nodded. "And it was just that one time?" Jordan blushed deeply. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but no. There was another time." He went on to describe their late night encounter at the picnic table and his oral sex experience. "So," the doctor said with a clinical tone, "you 'insisted' on performing cunalingus on Melissa that night?" "I wouldn't say I 'insisted,'" Jordan was uncomfortable. "That makes it sound like I forced her. It was my idea, though." Dr Olsen nodded. "Is that ok? I mean, was it ok that we did those things?" She smiled broadly, a bit amused by the question. "Of course, Jordie. Sexual exploration is all very normal. I am curious about something, though." Jordan was too uncomfortable to say anything. "As you described these two sexual experiences to me, it seems that you were, essentially, the woman in both cases." "I don't see it that way," Jordan looked confused. "I mean, Melissa was stroking my penis in the first case, and I can't be playing the female role when I am having my penis stroked, can I? And I was giving her oral sex in the second. I thought that women liked it when men did it. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with it, Jordie. I'm just thinking about the situations, that's all. In one, Melissa slipped her hand under your skirts and masturbated you while you were reclined and she held you in her arms. You were submissive to her aggressions, like a woman." Jordan nodded, embarrassed. "And in the second case, you knelt in supplication before your admittedly bigger and stronger partner and, essentially, gave her a blowjob. You were the one entering her, yes, but you were kneeling in the traditionally female position while she stood and enjoyed the stimulation." "So... what does that mean?" Jordan didn't know how he should feel. Embarrassed? Ashamed? "I don't know that it means anything, Jordie. I am just pointing out that Melissa is a strong, powerful woman and you are a small, submissive man. On some... magical, romantic level, you two may well have sought each other out, somehow. They say that couples that are in love 'complete' each other. It sounds like you two do just that - Complete each other. I think it's wonderful that you've found each other." Jordan smiled. "Me too."