I’m Scot.” I extended my hand. Reaching up to shake my hand he replied “Yeah man. I remember you. Make yourself at home, bro. There’s beers in...the refrigerator if you want one or 5” We all laughed.“Cool. Thanks, man.”“Hey Scot.. grab me one too.” My buddy said slyly.“Fuck you, dude. I’m not your mom.”“Your ass isn’t big enough to be his mom, bro” Trent said under his breath as he laid his head back down taking in the sun rays.Danny got up with middle fingers for both Trent and me and followed. I’m fresh out of seminary and have been ever since my engagement... ,” I let my eyes get a bit misty, “sorry, it’s a touchy subject. My fiancee. Great woman. It just wasn’t meant to be.”“Very sorry. What happened?” the nun acted rather more empathetic, far less wary now.“She ... broke off the engagement, because she discovered that she was pregnant by another man. She married him instead of me. She felt that it was the right thing to do by the child. Not a perfect woman, I understand, but she. This is the toll you owe in order to pass through to a healthyfuture without a debt to the past.Step TenEach and every day a sissy must take stock of herself, her thoughts, heractions, her mannerisms, her speech, her dress and deportment. Is sheexhibiting all the traits of a good sissy? Is she as pretty, aspleasing, as obedient, as submissive as she can be? There is always roomfor improvement. A good sissy is always trying to be a better sissy. Sheis always conducting an ongoing personal. It's a hot young male, who introduces himself as John. He has great brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He's wearing a skin tight top, and a pair of baggy shorts. He smiles at you and gestures you to follow him to a room behind. "You must be wondering why you, who didn't even receive a single A in middle OR high school, got invited into a prestigious university," he says, looking at a file.You nod your head. "The truth is.." he pauses, "we aren't a university of academic education."You stare at.