Catherine's rectory. Having toweled off, she wrapped her hair in a second towel, donned thesurgical gloves, and turned to the task of sanitizing the b...throom so as toremove any trace of her having been there. Returning to her former bedroom, anaked Karen next went to her chest of drawers and from its bottom drawer,procured a dark blue woolen watch cap. Next, she opened the top drawer thatserved as her sock and underwear repository. Reaching in and under a pile ofsocks, Karen proceeded to draw. So I looked her up. She turned out to be a skinny young sissy that was 19 with disapproving religious parents . Intrigued I chatted her up. We hit it off pretty well and I asked her location. Turned out she lived about a half hour away. I never told her I read her story. We just talked about how she wanted to transition and her parents told her she was going to Hell. I really felt a connection with her. She was really cute so that helped. Sexting with her I learned she loved rough sex even know. However, we did learn from Heather that her father was abusive to her. Not sexually but physically. Apparently Heather's father is a heavy drinker and before Heather's mother passed away, when drunk, he was in the habit of beating his wife severely at least twice or three times a week. Then with the death of her mother he had turned his sadistic attentions to Heather. He never beat Heather where it would show but over the course of the weekend Heather showed us the welts, scars, and bruises on. "How was your day at work, Sir?" she said in a quiet voice. He leaned down next to her ear and whispered in a husky voice, pausing between each word, "Long, hard… and frustrating." A blush spread across her cheeks and she fidgeted with her dress, pulling it down over her thighs. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him as he smirked at her; he thought it amusing that after all this time, she was still nervous around him. His fingers trailed down her neck to the pink collar fastened.