She was a little bit ashamed of the feelings that this brought out in her, and of the itchy, wet feeling, that seemed always present between her legs,...just before she finally went to sleep.Even her dreams started being affected by Mike's watching of her. She'd had dreams of boys for years, but not like what she was having now. Now she dreamed about boys watching her without her clothes on, and making her do things she'd never wanted to do before.Mike, Jimmy, and Tommy all figured prominently in. Levasseur was waiting for us. "Nick, Jon, could you please come with me? We're having a little meeting of the Program participants." We followed her to her office, where the other participants were already waiting.Mrs. Levasseur sat down and began the meeting. "Alright, as you all know, students in The Program are encouraged to participate in outreach activities during their week. I just wanted to check up and see if anyone had done any outreach yet."She looked around the room expectantly.. "The man in the neat black suit and white blouse nodded. He was stillblushing from some of the comments he had received from men on thestreet and on the way up in the elevator and his butt still stung fromwhere a smartly dressed businesswoman had painfully pinched his ass. Butas his wife had said, you had to watch out for the women as they pinchedharder. He hesitated to follow his wife and hung back a little."Yvonne... wait!"The woman turned and glared at the crossdressed man, thinking this. I just apologised and said its not you, it is me.I knew he understood for now, but I couldn't get away with it again. I hadto find a solution. The next few nights I saw him again, but I never letthe passion get too much, I couldn't let him know. Finally, he text me themessage I had dreaded, "we need to talk". I knew what was coming, I had tostop it. But how? I sent a message back saying I'd suddenly had to leavetown and could speak, when I got back? It bought me time, but not much.What could I.