Sole Sensation.

Would his inquiring mind, ever get him into trouble, he pondered. He knew his life seemed rather serene but he did have an affinity with the female form, and, the souls represented by their " cultured approaches " leading to evidence regarding bizarre physical practices. In his own way he designated his task as one of cleansing the populus of inherent defects, caused by misunderstandings of the female role. Inside, and outside the box.
His sense of worth was in fact linked to the delivering of articulate pronouncements on how everything worked. In their world. In his mind, he felt he was on a " Crusade " to further their integration into contemporary designs. Leaving behind evidence of prejudice and its adverse affects, on progression. To better their position, and help them as much as he could, he was willing to journey as far as necessary, in defining the unique lifestyles they deemed to call theirs. It was in his promotion of them, their position, and their advancement, in a particular manner, that he suddenly became aware of his exposure. To detrimental forces. Not thinking as he.
In his " Crusade, " he, now, thought of himself, for once. The plays he had made to get within the defences of the " fairer sex " had been bold. Would they cause any repercussions which could not be dealt with, proficiently and professionally ?Probably using contacts he had acquired within  " The Business " ! He contemplated how he had manouvred himself, into this place. Where questions were starting to be raised about his audacious nature, when facing a fight, to promote the undeniable strength of purpose, which they continually held so firmly onto. He left his daily duties, temporarily, to ascertain his time spent deliberating, and then, spreading positive terminology as well as examples of their deep-seated concerns. For, future deployment of resources to encourage growth. Within life. And, societies unconventional " blue-prints " !
After spending all he could analyzing where he was, and, what was needed now, he came to the conclusion, that, here, he was content. Whatever he faced. Doing what he did. He would bolster his credentials, to stimulate expansion of his campaign. And, assets. To, hopefully, one fine day, find out all any like him required, to make a " Go " of, it. He settled down, to realize his worthiness before their judicial, predisposed, methodology of selective " encouragement " to help him on his way. " How Great Thou Art ! " he reflected. Most adomantly.
Now, he was truly " fucked " ! Who would come for him ? Not, understanding such words. Used, in this manner. His pioneering spirit was to be " tormented " beyond belief. In " The Name Of Love, " with its vagaries, so evident. His identity forever lost to that will, beyond his own. His prayers, were to be, communicated. His questioning character changed, all ways, perceived. The dye had been cast. How would he now live ? His sole voice echoing an eternity. Telling you everything, about what goes on. And, what comes off !