But I am. Oh yes, I keep it deeply buried inside of myself. I rarely acknowledge its existence. And when it threatens to get out, as it does sometimes... when I see innocents, particularly children, hurt or endangered, I try to maintain control over it. Sometimes it slips. The control I mean. Then I have to force the monster back inside me. I don't let it run wild. But...Once I did. I not only called it forth, I howled with it as it gleefully ran amuck. And, what frightens me, what causes me to. Say, for instance, that Cynthia, the parlor maid, happens to look out a window, and sees Her Ladyship, in somewhat disheveled condition, with bits of straw clinging to her hair, which is down, rather than coiffed. And say that Cynthia also sees her lady's two maids, looking like they had been dragged behind a wagon. Such would be an unusual sight for Cynthia to see. It is likely, in Cynthia's mind, that something untoward has happened to her lady, and that she may need to be attended to.. "Well I'd like to sign up with Lesley and my other friends for balletclass and I'd like to wear something nice to the first class." Frankexplained."I might have let you sign up as a male ballerina." Gretchen said in awhisper. She took him by the arm and dragged him off to the car. "Youare not going to prance about stage in a tutu."As they pulled into the drive way, Frank had heard all he could takefrom his mother. He ran into the house and to the kitchen draw. Hepulled out a knife and tried to. I liked her, and forcing her too far, too fast could ruin things."Sit down," she suggested, "and I'll sit between your legs." OK," I said.We sank to the grass, looking out toward the sunset. The horizon was nothing but the tiniest sliver of red. Houses and trees were a mere silhouette in front of it.Jenna sat between my legs. Her back was tight against my chest and her ass grazed against my desperately hard dick. I wanted to thrust against her, but I controlled myself.As I wrapped my arms.