The Tennant
Taylor lay in his bed that night after four hours of reading and study. He was ready for class and his mind wandered to the activities of the night before.
What am I doing?
These women are obviously using me for their sexual gratification but I am being compensated way beyond the going rate, even for a high-class escort. Is it a fair trade?
What she is paying me is far more than fair for the service I provide. So fair trade is not an issue.
Am I spending too much time with her? That's not really an issue.
Am I feeling guilty over this? What's to be guilty of? The sex is great, the money is great, and the girls are great.
The real issue with me is that I do this as a man. That's my problem. I need to square this with myself and decide what I really want out of life now.
School: we know about that and I am almost finished.
Income: the girls have me covered well enough to look for my own place.
Long Term: What do I want to do after graduation? Do I want to stay with these women?
Short Term: Absolutely stay with the girls. The money and sex make it a slam-dunk.
Do I favor one over the other? Too soon to tell. If I have to choose one I think I can do it rationally. Not a stressor.
What about this house where I live and the friends here and old clients? The downside there is losing friends and clients and having to go back to street walking for money. Not a short-term problem. Maybe a long term one.
Where do I live? Out there in the historic zone, or cheaper housing in
The projects. Yuk, not what I want to do. Apartments out near Barbara and Betty may be too much, but then again I am getting paid too much. I need to look for something.
The big question is. Do I still want to be a woman or just keep playing one? I always had the dream of transitioning and I like being a woman. If I stay with them I probably won't have the opportunity. I will stay in the middle zone, sometimes male and sometimes female. Do I really want to live as a female all the time?
The thoughts of how he really wanted to live floated in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up he was rested and didn't have a class until 2:00 PM. He had time to do his laundry and clean up a little.
At noon his chores were done and he wondered if Barbara wanted him to being her lunch.
He had time before class and he could see her for a little bit.
What are you thinking? He said to himself. Shit man, you like this woman; you want to care for her. What's wrong with you?
He called her office anyway and she said great.
He went to the deli and got lunch for them both and went to her office.
The secretary was away from her desk so he walked into Barbara's office with the food.
"Hi," she said as she looked up from her work.
"Hi yourself." He responded, "Are you hungry?"
"Starved, lets eat over by the couch." She said pointing the way.
They sat and Taylor spread the food out. Barbara got up and walked to the coffee machine and said. "Would you like a coffee too?"
"That sounds great."
She got the coffee and they sat and ate.
"Something is on your mind Taylor. Spit it out."
"No problem, just trying to make decisions about my life now that I have a job, income and a lady."
"Thinking about a new place to live?" She asked.
"Yea, I need to look for something closer to you. I don't have a car and bussing around this city can be a pain in the ass."
"Can you leave the house you live in now?"
"Oh yea, no problem leaving there except for the friendships."
"Do you have a lot of friends?"
"I guess so. Four at the house and a bunch of others I know from school."
