Kit is an avatar in a virtually world called “SecondLife”, a plaything for my fevered imagings if you will.
SecondLife is an amazingly built simulation of the world on which we stand, only with the human race’s imagination given rein to build, play, work and given our own vices and desires, surprise surprise have sex 
So here is where I stretch my wicked mind and amuse the natives with my verbal skills.
Such is Kit’s first “outing”, a refined version of “my” encounter with a random stranger.
Kit is not my main character in this world, more a golem who was created to manage the donated funds and payments of a “live” music club I worked at inworld, and “he” was male through and through, if only to fend off the attention of amorous male avatars intend on finding someone who will ask “yes” to the eternal question of the newbie (“can I fuk u?”) so I could get on with the boring tasks of managing a club (word to the wise, being the owner is much more fun that being the manager).
When I quit my job in SL, poor Kit became an unemployed accountant.
In a bow to the current trend of recycling, Kit was rescued, dusted down, remoulded, and giving a new purpose in SL.
So he became a she (don’t fret, additions rather than a subtract under the surgeon’s virtual knife) and her adventures begin….
I am not surprise she found a new friend so quickly, if you saw a pretty asian looking girl dancing naked up on a pole podium with more than you expected wouldn’t your curiosity get the better of you, especially if your girlfriend had just gone out of town for the weekend and left you with the keys to her apartment
