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Kirsten and Erich spoke the next day - several times and words were exchanged that set her heart to light. A time was set to meet the following Friday at his home and she would stay until Sunday.
They had agreed that Friday they would spend the evening making love furtively, with abandon and he agreed to cum inside her (the ultimate act of trust). A lavish, but simple dinner was planned and they would take to the hot tub and his canopied wondrous bed. Kirsten had watched her copy of the catstration vido time and time again and even urged her dear friend, Mary Beth to observe, give technical advice. Mary Beth had said that she would be on hand by cell phone, if something went awry. Kirsten had spent time on the internet for the past few years, researching the surgery, possible consequences, the outcome and was tutored by Mary Beth. And so the moment did present itself. Mary Beth met Erich numerous times in the past and was the only person Kirsten could confide in regarding castration and the issue. As the days drew on, Mary Beth presented Kirsten with a cache of instruments, syringes, anethesia and plastic pads, walking her through the procedure patiently. Kirsten's hands shook as she held the actual scalpel in her hand. She knew in her heart she would be freeing Erich, but also sadly realized the she loved him more than he loved her. Mary Beth, confused by Kirsten's resolve asked softly, "Kirsten, I know you love him, but do you really want to go back and revisit all the emptiness and hurt - to give him what any surgeon could do?" Kirsten was quick to answer, "He wants me again? Can I not respond to the call? I've set myself apart from the world because he is the only man I have ever wanted." "If he asked me to cut off his balls, his pinky, his anything, you have to realize, I would only propel myself toward him." "But," Mary Beth interrupted, "What then, does he just disappear again, lock you out of his life and shut you out?" "Don't you see the hurt that can occur?" Kirsten thought before answering, "If you have ever loved anyone, wouldn't you go the distance for them and forget the consequences?" Mary Beth grasped at Kirsten's shaking hands, "No, I'm sorry, I wouldn't." Eyes were glaring and confrontation was about to take place. Erich, on the other hand, was making arrangements, to treat Kirsten to a full body massage from his personal masseuse, Sandra to remove all the tension in her small form. He had called the florist to see that her favorite flowers were abounding on his four levels, so that her senses were constantly titilated. He had asked a local artist to sketch and make Kirsten a tank-tee that had emblazoned on it a black rose. Her small tits would look great in that, he thought. After their night at Maynards he purchased the c.d. of Camelot with Richard Burton playing King Arthur and listened to it, remembering her singing to him. He was touched as the Welsh actor/lover conveyed the words from his song..."How to handle a woman, there's a way, said the wise old man (Merlin), a way known by every woman since the whole rigmarole began... Do I flatter her, I begged to him answer, do I threaten or cajole or plead, Do I brude and play the gay romancer, said he (Merlin) smiling, no indeed. How to handle a woman, mock me well, I will tell you Sir, the way to handle a woman is love her, simply love her, merely love her, love her, love her. Erich vowed to love her, show her how much she was loved and that there was no one else (so he thought) that could do this castration, this gift he would give himself. TBC - okay - be patient - one more part.
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