"Do you think it was wise to quarrel withBlair's teacher? There are so many ways that she can get back at youby punishing him." Her! Punish her. Did...'t we agree always to use female pronouns whenspeaking of our daughter? How else will Blair be able to adaptsuccessfully to her new gender? She's doing her level best to adapt bywearing girls' clothes twenty-four hours a day. And that's the reasonwhy Blair got into trouble and why I had to tell off her teacher - thatnosey parker grabbed hold. I had dinner with the old ladies and then retired to my bedroom around 9.30 pm. It was the rainy season in that part of the country and there was thunder and frequent flashes of lightning, a rather wild night. After I had dozed for an hour I was aroused from my sleep by someone shaking my shoulder insistently. I saw that it was the maid Jyotsna. She seemed rather agitated and whispered, “Sir I saw someone outside walking in our compound outside my window. I’m really scared.” She kept repeating. She was to weak to swim. Her exhausted body pulled like a rag doll. He dragged her from the water up the sand and dropped her on a towel where she had changed. He covered her sex battered body under a blanket then kissed her lips and licked her salty face. He left her there moaning on the secluded stretch of beach. He changed back into his running clothes and went in search of his next prey. He spotted her pretty quickly. It was a girl running. She was cute and probably eighteen. She was. "Hey there, loser. A pindick like you has no right to take a woman like me home from a bar. I thought I was actually gonna get fucked by a real man, with a real cock, not your little babyprick. Losers like you have to do a little extra work if you want to actually get laid. You're going to have to beat a brand new game my friends and I designed. We call it Sissyquest. Isn't it so realistic?"As she says this, you see appear in front of you a petite woman, stunningly gorgeous despite her.