“Do you think that he’s gay?” Amy asked now.“No, I think that he’s bi, but when it comes to guys, he’s an obvious bottom. Maybe even a pow...r bottom. Time will tell,” Brett licked his lips as he repeated the word “bottom” twice, as if picturing Allen’s bare tush.“Would he make a good sissy, do you think?” Amy carried on, much to Allen’s frustration, mixed with his relief at Brett’s words.And his arousal ... what the fuck ... why was he turned on by the idea of being sodomized by Brett, anyway?. I know you are trying, dear, I can tell that I appreciate that you are making an effort. What I an asking you to do with this Handel aria is not simple, I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't think it was in your range, musically, mentally, emotionally, artistically. ..But your mind is not with me tonight, I can tell. I can tell, because, so often when you come to your lesson, for a girl your age, for a young woman, you give the music every bit of your attention. Every bit. Unusual. I. Right now, I suppose the womenare wincing, the men are looking at them incredulously, andI just hope there's no real damage. My breasts don't feelanything, neither the sharp pain of a chair back, nor thesoft, sensual, fulfilling pull of a baby's mouth. It's beenthat kind of day.I arose at 7, and put on the same outfit I wore to speak toMichele's class Thursday, a long gray skirt and lavenderblouse, but this time with ivory hose and my black high-heeled ankle straps. My hair was brushed back,. I had carried him inside me for 9 months, I could feel his heart beat, his arms & legs moving inside me.His drop kick dad had left me for some married slut before Matt was born. For 18 and a half wonderful years Matt had been the only man in my life. I can clearly remember looking to see if he was a boy or a girl when the nurse handed him to me in the hospital. His tiny pink penis gave up the secret. I had given birth to a strong wonderful boy, hopefully he would grow up with his arsehole.