And before I could ask the receptionist a dirty fat man passed me a key to a room..I moved and found it to be the only room occupied in motel..Feared ...nd sweating..I pushed the door open just when I noticed a man drinking in dark..All lights were off.I came in saying “Dekho tum videos delete kar do. Main jaanti hu tumne mujhe kyu bulaya..Par plz delete kar do” I knew this guy wanted sex. ..He just threw a dirty hanky and told me to put it on eyes..Just as I did it..I could see the lights were. I just wanted to leave, to get my pills and get out. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking to use his bathroom, or even asking for a paper towel. That's what he wanted, it seemed to me. Gary wanted me to be ashamed and humiliated by what he'd done to me and I had to prove to him that it meant nothing. I didn't feel a thing.Life goes on and I got over what had happened. It felt like a dream anyway. I hadn't been myself. I'd been on drugs, so it wasn't my fault. That's what I told. It was raining hard, so not a soul was seen outdoors. He told me to put my hands behind my head, then spread me legs and told me to pose for the cam. With rain running down all over my body, I began posing for him and he was taking pics of me. I was sitting on the lawn mower, then he sat me in the wheelbarrow with my legs spreading wide to show my pussy. He filled the disk with photos and took me inside. He took out the disk and said:“Now, you will do everything I tell you, or else I will send. Now at this time, my hair had grown out pretty well - it was kind ofshaggy and pretty long. But I could never get it to grow out thick andlong enough that it looked truly glamorous. And besides, I was still goingout in public as a boy pretty often. So I settled for living with my ownhair when I was around the house, and with some work it really didn't lookbad. But for going out purposes -- or if I simply wanted to look my bestfor Sarah -- I would sometimes pin on a wig.I was really pretty happy.