The next morning, just as she entered Tulse Hill underground station, her phone pinged. The message was from Fiona and was succinct as usual.“What a...e you doing Saturday night? Are you free?”Abby tried to reply, but she’d lost the signal so had to wait until she got out at New Cross before sending the confirmation. She was indeed free and since her parents were away for the weekend, she could be as noisy as she liked all night.She went into Goldsmiths College and tried to concentrate on her art. People are attracted to movies like that for the shock value, but it also makes them think because it is so totally outside the mainstream schema of things. I guess my point is that male submission is something that I am now understanding to be transgressive in the sense that it breaks men out of the societally expected norms of gender behavior which gives me hope of the power of transgressive acts to change the fabric of reality in the sense of gender expression. I don’t think that there is. . I could not ask for more than your love and your friendship ... Never in a million years could I repay you for giving me joy again."She grinned and kissed him again. He saw her eyes curl up in thought, then she giggled. "I know what I could give you..." There was a delightful smile on her face."What might that be?" he asked."My butt." Mmm ... we'll see ... you're pretty small back there..." I wanna try..."He kissed her again, replied, "okay." What do I do?" she said."First, you'll want to go. And now she was holding his hand and brushing his fingers across the narrow slither of her panties between her legs, and she was asking him if he wanted her to strip and remove them and show him her pussy, and he was in awe. He liked her as a boy. As a boy she was his friend, but this was a girl thing; and he couldn’t accept her that way.“Don’t you want me to strip?” she asked coyly, pushing his hand hard against the silky gusset of her panties and rubbing there until a wet stain appeared in.