Nelson butted in and helped her by saying, "You treat them as equalsand whenever you are with them you are just like they are. You are one ofthem."Bar... smiled at her mother in thanks and continued, "That's it! You were andare one of us in your actions, speech and even mannerisms. Rich, haven't youever stopped just once and looked at yourself? Haven't you ever just oncerealized your actions and mannerisms when you were with just us girls? No,you never have! Well, stop and think right now! I. * * * That Friday, Becky invited Peter over. She intended to sleep with him. She had to prove to herself that she was not a lesbian, and expressing her desire for Peter would be a good way to prove it. Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, but he seemed nervous, agitated. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the couch together, he took her hand in his and said the fateful words: "We have to talk." He wanted to remain friends, but their relationship was stagnant. He apologized.. I wanted to protest, because I wasn't gay, but it felt so good. My uncle was short, chubby, smooth and tan. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn't feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan. So quickly I was shocked and had no time to reactshe handcuffed one of my hands to the arm of the bench and one of my feet tothe leg of the bench. "How does it feel slave to be handcuffed to a park bench?" she asked me. "Rememberif you piss me off now and do not obey then I simply get up and leave. Youwould have a lot of interesting explaining to do if a cop or someone came alongto eventually help you. Remember we know you but you do not know who I am Iwill simply get up and walk away at the.