And I can't stop. It's partof me." And you're going to be doing this thing for Linda Monroe's wedding? Andat West Point?" Yes." This is just so wron...! I have a brother, not a sister. I don't want tosee you dressed as a girl ever again."He hadn't yelled, but had said it in a very forceful way. My tearsstarted, I got up and ran to my bedroom. I heard my dad start to talk toRichard, but not what was said. When I got to my bedroom, I fell on mybed and just cried.Seconds later my mother was. ..and then..."No. No way. No." His words, spoken with a voice he couldn't fathom as his own, echoed off the rusting machinery. The weirdness of his situation evaporated."I killed him." Again his voice echoed in the desolate factory. Why, for the love of god, WHY did have to prove he could use the gun?A crushing sadness filled him. His best friend was dead. He had killed him. His best friend was dead. He had...But that ended almost all rational thought. As a male, he never would have bawled his. A huge cheer happened at the table and a whirring noise started beneath me, simultaneously the dildo pushed its way inside me. It started to fuck me with long and slow strokes. It was a fucking machine that they were now controlling making it fuck me however they wanted it to. The robotic, rhythmic stroking of the dildo was unbelievable the closer I was getting to another orgasm the louder I was moaning. My audience seemed to appreciate this gathering by the cheering and comments that were. "Henry, did you know that Catherine was the daughter of Veronica Grant? I went to school with her when her name was Butron!" "She does have that same impish look you two always had Marion. But now that you mention it, she does look like a young Veronica." All at once the cloud that hung between Michael's mother and I lifted. I had been accepted. On the day of the party I prepared carefully and was ready right on time. I had no idea that an Embassy party was so formal! All of the women wore.