My wife and I are fixing up our house. That kind of keeps us busy all of the time.”“You’re fixing up a house?” Tim asked in a friendly manner ...hile removing the plates from his tray. He set his tray off to the side and rearranged the plates in front of him.“Yes. It was a mess when we bought it. We stripped the interior and are now putting it back together again,” Mike answered thinking that Tim didn’t sound that surprised by the fact that he was fixing up his house. He noticed that other people. Russell, you sure they won't tell anybody? I would die if they did. I could never show myself anywhere around here. But I must admit I am a lot more comfortable now."Mrs. Russell assured me that Tracy and Brenda would never tell anyone. She even promised to talk to them to make sure they didn't even tell their closest friends. I felt a little better knowing that. It felt very strange wearing only a t-shirt, apron and a pair of girl's blue flowered nylon underwear. But I was physically. I had a smattering of bracelets,necklaces, and rings. I'd even bought a little jewelry box to keep itall in, yet one more thing I'd never be able to explain if someone camearound to my apartment. Amongst the rest were a few pairs of earrings,all of them obviously girly, hoops, chandeliers, dangly drop earrings,and big chunky ones. Nothing a man would have ever dreamt of wearing,even if I dreamt of it, but my claim to manhood was more tenuous now. Ibought them on a whim on my various online. Not too deep, but enough to make me want to hurt you more and more. I lean forward and lick the blood off of your chest, eager to taste more and more of you. I take the scissors to your throat and run it across tenderly, you gasp and, taking the scissors away I slap you, hard. You will be quiet sweetie; I don’t want to hear a word from you. You’re not to move and you’re not to make a sound… understand? I move away from you and standing at the base of the bed I take off my tight, white.