Oh. There was more understanding contained within that thought. She hadn't just come to like the way he made her feel, but the idea that he could take...control, even in some small way, allowing her the rare opportunity to be free from the burden of decision-making.Giles seemed to take note of her expression as the gears in her brain turned. "I've made a bit of a fool out of myself, haven't I?" he looked at her warmly, apologetically. "And I'm not just talking about the tea-- though that book,. "I must have had a smile the width of the Grand Canyon on my face, thethought of seeing my Brett was wonderful. Tim grinned and said I thoughtyou would like that, I'll tell you when his flight is due in and you canpick him up at the Airport in that new car of yours, that you're pickingup this afternoon.I gasped. "H, h, how did you know." He simply smiled and said, "It's myjob to know, come on let's get back to work."My mind was in turmoil; I worked on until three when I left to pick up mynew. . you don't make me feel good only so that I make you good too, but just because to make me feel good. And that feels better than every touch or kiss... you know?"A tear ran down my face. Had she never experienced love or affection? Could it really be true? And if so, was this place the right one to feel it for the first time? In a basement torture room while tied to a gyno chair?I undid her bindings and helped her off the chair. Then I closed my arms around her, gently rubbing her back. She. "You know, sweetie," she said, "I've never seen one that small -- even on boys younger than you. You don't want to let the girls see it, honey. It's too teeny. They'lljust laugh and tease you about it -- and make you feel bad. A pee wee like that'll never satisfy a lady. It's too small. Your mother's right, dear, maybe you should have been a girl." Mother and Margie then began dressing me up. They had a happy, laughing time helping a young male into bras, garter belts, nylons, and high heels..