"Where's Nylon, my butch-dyke lover from the good old days?" Nylon was my gang nickname at reform school. We kissed on the mouth."Hey!" I said. "I'm n...t tasting any tobacco smoke in our kisses. I guess you're officially a non-smoker now."She folded her umbrella and stepped inside the house. I helped her out of her raincoat. She was wearing her usual thick glasses, a baggy sweater, blue jeans and big clunky punk-style boots. The boots were a holdover from Reform School days. We were allowed to. Her face pressed against my shoulder.“Master...”“Yes, Pretty One?”“We ... if you agree ... we should go tonight. To fetch Diane.”“You think we can do that?”“It is likely that she is in a cage outside the house. If not, then we must rethink. If we go in the small hours of the night, we could probably get her away without a confrontation.”We went to lie down for a couple of hours. I doubted I would sleep, but set an alarm for midnight anyway. I was out like a light. Waking was like struggling to. “Take your shoes and socks off before your trousers… Quickly now, I have warned you.” Her voice was stern. Her words seemed to have the desired effect as I bent over and removed my shoes and socks. “Come along… Drop your trousers.” Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I undid the buttons of my trousers and pushed them down to my ankles.. “Right young man come and stands in front of me.” She picked up the cane and held it across her thighs. She stood with her legs apart and waited for me to. I was dreading it, not that the class wouldn’t be all that hard, but it would be an 84-mile round trip drive twice a week for just over a month. This was necessary to keep the schedule on track though. I had some in depth conversations with myself on my relationship with Ellie. Could I see myself with her 10 years down the road? Would her bringing in other females ruin the relationship in the long run? Would we be able to weather the 4-year separation of her going to college? Being fat and a.