I held up my hand to Osborn. She stopped beside me. I listened to Mrs West, who was on the phone. I wasn't in radio contact when I worked out."Sheriff...there is an ongoing shooting situation at the Northern Middle School. You better get back here." She said."Fuck that, I'm going to the school," I said."Get everybody you can find out there now," I said. "Tell the dispatcher you speak for me." You got anything in the car?" I asked Osborn."I have my service Glock in there," she said. Get it, you. I didn't listen to her. I got more from other people at the hospital—it wasn't hard. I was close to being addicted, and it scared me. I was at the point becoming addicted when the fellowship came about. I stopped, but it was really hard."Then I was okay for a few weeks, until I started doing surgeries regularly. I got stressed out and finally the nurse anesthesiologist that I mostly worked with noticed my behavior—I guess he was an expert at this—and after a short discussion, he got me a bottle. Yeeaahh ….. Dhire dhire maine apni speed badhani shuru ki aur bhabhi bhi aahh yyeeahh ooohh ki awaz nikale ja rhi thi…. Aut mai use jor jor se chodta ja rha tha aur use kiss bhi karta ja rha tha…Karib 15 min ki is dhakkam dhakki k baad mera nikalne wala tha..Aut is beech wo do baar jhar chuki thi…Ab mera nikalne wala tha to maine raftar kafi tez kat di wo pura hill rhi thi dhakko k jor se aur aaaahhh aaahh aaahh kar rhi thi…Aur ek jordar shot k sath hi mera sara pani uski choot me bhar. I am not this woman of their desires. I am not a woman at all. I am male!Thinking back I am unsure how or why I had volunteered for this. It started as a joke for me. Playing the part of a sissy in a chat room on the Internet. Over a period of 6 or 8 months of flirting and teasing I had warmed to the idea of actually being a sissy. Then I met her.She challenged me by giving me assignments each new one a degree more exciting and more humiliation than the previous one. At first it was just.