I smiled at her, leaning forward and kissing her again. The heat of her lips re-ignited the spark of lust that had been burning before our interruptio.... Stacy’s tongue slipped back into my mouth and I slid my hands inside her coat, feeling her body under the material of her dress. I slid my hands down over her firm butt to the hem of the short dress she was wearing. Stacy pulled me closer as my hands lifted her dress. Instead of material, my hands were met with the cold flesh of Stacy’s tight. That part was true. I did. I told the truth, just not the whole truth. Once they accepted my decision, they asked me what I would do, and I had no idea. I hadn't thought that far ahead.To my surprise, Father Murphy asked me if I would stay on at St. Andrews as a laic minister. They had no one to run things at the church, and would pay me a small salary -- just $20,000 a year, which given the long hours I'd have to put in meant I'd be earning about minimum wage. But at least I'd have a place to. After a trulyabusive session, when you'd think I would have felt the worst, I insteadfeel relieved, relaxed and empowered. .In my case the ultimate cause of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a. I had an extreme need to pee. I sat up wich was not easy and hobbled my way to the rest room. I realized I would not be able to wipe myself after I peed and the upset me to say the least but I could not wait until Sarah woke up so I went anyway.I sat there on the toilet for a while and I heard Sarah bounding down the stairs. “Mandy? Where are you?”“I am in here.” I heard myself say. I was still turned on and this ring was driving me crazy. “Come back out here and I will take those cuffs off. I.