I pulled her back down onto my chest I sat back in the chair. Reaching round her waist I grabbed her thighs and began to pull them apart, she resisted...and said “No” Craig was now stroking the front of his pants as the swelling was getting uncomfortable. “Sara you’ll do as your told, you know I don’t take no for an answer when were playing.” (We do have a safe word and I may have even stopped if she said it.) She lent back and said “How far are you going to go? I’m not sure about this”, I. Suddenly you see yourself not as the sexily attractive woman you dressed up to be, but, as everyone else sees your - a man dressed up in women’s clothes, who has just been used as a sexual plaything by another man. You contrast this with the cognitive self-image you have created for yourself. You feel repulsed by what you have just done; by how you look. You see yourself as a sissy; a faggot! You run from the bar through the street still crowded with vanilla partygoers. You are overcome. I know there were some rumors, but those only affected other developers, the little guys. I sluffed it off and gave the big speech to my sales people and a month later we had resold that lot and two more. Only thirteen to go to the break even… that was as close as I would ever get. It became a series of comedic situations to anyone but me. One property owner defaulted half way through construction and the contractors filed liens against the house and the development. Money was paid to lawyers. But all in all it was wonderful for the family, they felt this was what their parents would have wanted as well. The plans were drawn up and her architect had a builder in mind. The builder had a great reputation and Julie visited several homes he had built, she like them all very much. The builder himself however was another story all together. Their first few meetings were very business like if not a bit contentious too. They seemed to clash but it was subtle, nothing overt but there was.