Luckily, it was Friday, and there was always market on Fridays and prices at the market were very good—for her small budget, that is. She tried not ...o think about the events of the past three-plus weeks as she walked peacefully along the many market stalls with wicker basket hooked on her arm. She tried to focus on the wealth of fresh fish brought in earlier that morning by the local fishermen, rather than her problems and fears. She nodded and smiled almost on auto-pilot at the other market. He gave mefour pills and then a shot of the good stuff. From then on, whenever wedrank, he gave me the pills before I drank the tequila."What were the pills then?" Victor asked.I thought it would have been obvious, but we were drinking."The pills were a testosterone blocker and estrogen. The whole house hadsupplied me with and watched me take vast amounts of estrogen and T-blockers. At the time, I enjoyed/needed to be inebriated. The miraclepills worked. I had no idea I was tricked into taking. " I hopped on the counter and looked at him. "Chase, relax; mom is never home enough to see me do that." Our mom is a nurse at a hospital and she works day and night shifts ever since our dad left, now it's rare when she gets a day off. "Chase, I know you want me too. I know you get hard every time I grab your cock. It's not a secret." He stared at me for a while. "You know where to find me when you wanna tell the truth." I took my sandwich and went back to my room. About 30 minutes later Chase. My only hope was that whoeverhad originally sent me the e-mail and its follow-up would contact meagain soon and give me some kind of explanation; some kind of way outof this nightmare.After school I climbed aboard the bus home. My friend Steve slid intothe seat with me but I barely noticed him; being as lost in thought asI was. "What is with you today Johnny? You've been spaced out allafternoon?" he asked.I shook my head, trying my damndest to snap myself out of mydistraction. "Oh...sorry.