I should share this with someone, and I knew perfectly well who. Last Friday was no success, but at least now I was aware of my feelings. I did not en...oy sleeping with that man, but the reasons for it surprised me. That same evening I called Tina. We chatted for a long time about anything imaginable. I felt comfortable when talking to her. She was convinced of my femininity, and over the phone there was no pressure of apprearances. Finally being able to talk to somebody, I shared more about my. After all these years, my face flushed with the embarrassment of that moment. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling as the memories flowed back making my ears burn all over again. I could still hear the voices, and a wry smile came to my lips. I put a pair of bright pink panties I had been holding on my chest."And did he have a mirror?" my mother asked."Well, I don't really know. We didn't find one. But Sally told her mother that..." But, Mrs. Jenkins, how can you punish him on the. About once a week for the longest time, I would take some tissue to bed with me, have an orgasm and fall asleep with a smile on my face. Then one day at school, the urge was almost unbareable, I had to masturbate! Into the toilet I go, pull my panties down and from the stall next to me, i heard a soft moan. Holy geez! In just a few seconds, my juices were pumping letting out a low moan. "Hope everything came out alright" a firl said laughing.Oh no, she knows! Now what am I going to do? Well. I do not remember all of their stories, but I will never forget the strength, love and companionship of those nights. There is one story that I do remember. I hold it close to my heart. For me it epitomizes these people, their lives and the sense of community that I have never found again. It is a story of a particularly hard winter during the Great Depression. Money was always hard to come by for these working class people, but the Great Depression brought with it a lack and hunger that even.