From behind the heavy, iron clad door come the sounds of a struggle and angry male voices. The door swings wide to admit two large guards and their re...uctant prisoner. They half drag, half carry the man across the room and securely fasten his wrists to the well-used leather straps hanging from the weathered ceiling beams. One guard takes a long, sharp dagger from his belt and holds the gleaming tip firmly against the prisoner’s throat. ‘You had better hope the queen finds you suitable. If she. I was wearing a black knit sweeter (you could see the outline of my black under wire push up bra under it (had "B" cup falsies) a red short pleated skirt, black stockings, bright red garter-belt, black lace ruffled panties, black heels, had a red bow on the left side in my long black wig, and of course make-up, eye shadow, A strand of pearls around my neck (not real of course) and bright red lipstick with gloss overlay.We talked for a few moments kissing a few times. He took my hand walked me. I have a date at seven tonight. I just gotready early."My questions got stupider, but I couldn't help it. Iwas stunned. "A date?" I said. "With a boy?"The giggling again. Not mean or a putdown. Justgirlish amusement. "Yes, a boy, Dylan. You don't thinkI'm a lesbian do you?"At that point, I was willing to think most anything."Kenny Adams, our classmate, is taking me to themovies. When the lights go down, he'll be verynaughty, kissing me and feeling me up. And when hebrings me home, he'll want to. Still dressed as if he'd fallen out of bed 10 minutes ago and found only one set of clothes scattered across the floor, still wearing that perplexed frown I knew so well from our school days, still holding his tongue between his teeth as his eyes studied the paper.Then as the next thought reared inside my head it was all I could do not to laugh out loud:"Thank God he's lost the mullet". For those of you unfamiliar with the vagaries of 80's and 90's styling, the mullet was a particularly.