What is ironic about our little family is that our ‘daughter’ was orphaned by the Royal Air Force, rather than any branch of the German army! Mi...tress said it was a good way for her to rehabilitate, and perhaps even make up a little for what she did to other people during the war.Mistress’ conscience will probably be forever stained with the blood spilled for her, in the course of her duty; in the course of vigorous interrogations of captured resistance fighters and S.O.E. operatives. When I. I burst forward. Cherry caught my ankle with her cowboy boot. I tripped and fell onto the bed.It was yet another joke that the transsexuals found funny but I did not."Don't you fucking get it?" I asked. "I'm not a fucking fagot! I like pussy! I don't like cock!"Cherry suddenly became very cool. She narrowed her eyes and glared at me."What was that word you used?" she asked.I was sick of her bullshit. I just didn't care anymore. I decided to cut loose, even though I knew it probably wasn't a. I walkedon, swinging my purse; I knew I had a big smile on my face. It must havetaken me an hour to walk around the block.The back of my block is a shopping street with many stores. I spent a lotof time looking in the windows, not daring to go inside. I took a lot oftime looking in the girl's clothing stores windows wishing that I hadthis dress, or that skirt. Eventually, I found myself back on my street.Reaching the cul-de-sac, I wanted to go around again but I knew I wouldbe pushing my luck.. The next chapter is all sex and will be submitted in the ‘First Time’ category. Hope you enjoy this one. Mental Patience, Part 3, Or Accidents Happen, Part 2, and Interference, Part 1 ‘I can’t believe you are so calm.’ Nicole sat leaning towards the table, both elbows upon it, holding her coffee cup as some sort mask in front of her face, ready to sip. Between morsels of sugar with a hint of coffee, and words, she constantly smiled at her new research project. She had barely touched her cherry.