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period, the doctors all agreed that I was female, but there were some male hormones present. Still, I did not have an interest in girls, so it was decided I was not a lesbian. I could have told them that. I was not interested in anything that had to do with reproduction, sex, exploring my body or anyone else’s.”
    Carol finally looked down at Asa, maybe to see how the woman was taking all of this. “It did not worry me. This is just how I am. It did worry my parents, so, using college as an excuse, I left without a word and a trace and never had contact with them again. It saved them a lot of grief. They were normal Baptists and did not take well to me not marrying and having children. I cannot have children.
    “I am fascinated in the human nature of sex. I read about it, study it, and watch it. But it does not excite me, arouse me, or provoke me to any action. I have found that I am attached in an affectionate way to some people, but I have never loved anyone deeply. So here we sit, two women, one who is the top of sex, and one who is not sex. What a pair.”
    So this strange pair had become friends. It probably was destiny. A woman who was not interested in sex and a woman who sex ruled her life, both needed someone in their life. Who else were they going to have as friends? So now, Asa had to take her problem to her only friend.
    Carol’s office looked like the back room of a library instead of the workings of a BDSM club. Ugly books everywhere, most of the bookkeeping type, in piles, falling off shelves and stacked on the dark carpeted floor. The furniture was good, the chairs comfortable, but not expensive antiques, just nice worn leather office furniture. It also smelled comfortable, the wood and the paper and the old furniture made one want to take off his or her shoes and relax. Which is what she did when she came in to meet with Carol.
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    Carol slid back and looked over her big messy desk at the woman who had been her best moneymaker and turned into her best friend. She really loved this woman in the way that she loved.
    “Carol, I am all burnt out.”
    “Asa, you are the favorite of the club. I get too many requests for you. I charge the most for you, and you have made both our bank accounts fat. But I agree, you have been working twelve hours a night and taking on more men and women nightly than most people take on for a week. What are you thinking about? Changing your schedule? Maybe working less hours, or skipping a couple days a week. We could work something out. We could even agree on a short vacation.” Carol leaned back in the chair behind her desk and looked at Asa.
    The woman Carol was concerned about was more than beautiful. She had long brown hair with just enough natural curl to make it flow over her shoulders to frame her face perfectly. It had hints of red in it in the sun, and Carol knew it was the natural color because it was the color of her thatch when she was not clean shaven. She had hazel eyes that were sometimes green and sometimes reddish brown framed by long thick lashes. She was one of those people blessed with flawless skin and, because of her long hours, she did not get much of a tan, but still it had a rosy blush. But there was something else about Asa, as she was the epitome of sex. When a man saw her, he wanted her. Women who had never thought of same sex got hot just looking at her. It was as if the gods got together and created sex acts first and then wrapped it in the shell of a woman.
    “Not a vacation. I do not want sex anymore. I can’t reach a climax. I have tried different partners, I have tried different toys, I have even tried some drugs. You know I never use drugs. This week I have even gotten sick at the smell of sex. I think I got overloaded and my senses got turned off.”
    “Do you need to see a doctor? I have the name of some good ones. Even some clinical psychiatrists.” Carol looked at her friend, worry on her face.
    “Well, I think if I don’t get