A real sissy slutmy door made noise''wait im close not good a piking these locks''i saw the door open and i ran like a sissy teen white pet toward my ...oom''get her get her''i was screaming my room door flipping open i was thrown on the floor and one picked me up i flew to my bed him throwing me the orther closing my light and door''wait wait who are you omg please ''''welcome to the club sissy boy''cocks springs outi was help doggy mouth taken by one then the other, 3 bbc getting in my mouth, 3. I could be a beautician until I started making aliving playing my guitar.It was during Wednesday's practice while Scott and Brenda talked aboutSaturday's gig that I started to panic. The gig was going to be at theEagles club in my town, Port Orchard. There was nothing to do in my townfor anyone under 21; a band playing rock and roll at the Eagles clubwould surely draw high school and middle school kids. Kids I knew asGary. No one had figured out that I was really a guy yet, but I'd alsostayed. I left Mrs Jones, who sat up front with WAAF Sergeant Livings, chatting away quietly and conspiratorially together. They both spoke in the same precise English of the Home Counties Middle Class and appeared to share an infinity, however bizarre, knowing as I did that my colleague had never set foot in the Home Counties, other than pass through it twice by train in the last 72 hours!I heard the odd snippet, as they talked about life on camp in general and relationships between flying officers. I finally decided to go to sleep, I was awoken by the captain saying we were landing in Africa and to fasten our seat belts so I obeyed, and before I knew it we landed in the capital city. I was so relieved that the flight was over but next thing I know we are moving again trying to get off the plain to the luggage collecting place and then to meet our friends who were scheduled to pick us up, "hey there guys, how was your flight "asked the pastor (our friend )my parents greeted him with hugs.