” He heard Elizabeth’s chuckle on the other side. “You don’t have to do that. All you have to do is come in. I’ll let you watch all you want...” “Yeah, but there is something naughty about peeping through a hole.” More laughter tickled Sean’s ear. “If you play your cards right maybe I will let you drill that hole.” Sean grinned as he stepped out of his closet. The smile he was wearing slipped from his face at the sight of Elizabeth as she closed the closet door behind her. She was sheathed in. He'd just recalled a madeup number from a fictitious residence - the one in which Amanda hadsupposedly lived when she was younger. The fake history the nuns hadforced him to develop around his female persona was somehow more real tohim now than his actual past."That's okay," said the nun soothingly, "I'm sure I can figure it out."She took the phone from his unresisting hands, tapped in a number with aspeed that suggested great familiarity, then handed it back. As Ryan tookit he heard a voice. I move to the fireplace, set the wood in there and then start a fire with some pitch wood and paper. The chill in the room starts to pass as the fireplace and stove start to give warmth and life to this icy cabin. Looking out the small cabin windows we both notice the shadows growing longer and some striking yellow hues are marking the nearby hillside as the sun is starting to set. You start making dinner while I tend to building up the fires. I open some wine and pour some glasses for us. Its. I am cuckold from a young age. I think i turned my pain from a betrayal into a sexual fantasy. My first sexual partner at 14 told me i couldnt tell her what to do when she ran off from home and was going to sleep at another guys house. Obvioisly the images of what could be going between them were persistant. I never got closure on it or knew for sure so the fantasys became the only reality. Maybe thats what started it? After that. I talked a girlfriend I had in grade 11 to letting a cousin.