I thought I was being catfished. But I thought let us give this a shot. So we decided to go on a date. I’m waiting at the cafe, skeptical and doubtf...l whether she’ll show up or whether I’m gonna be catfished. She arrived. I am waiting at the cafe, anxiously. Then I receive a call telling me that she’s waiting outside.I went out and found out who she was. And man! Was she cute! She was wearing her business formals and that gave her a more classy look. Quite tall and an average body. She didn’t. “But, tell me. Is true what everybody says about your boss. This crime stuff, the killings, that news about him and the mob and such?” Maven asked with very astonishment and curiosity.“Mr. Thorne has lots of enemies, at many levels of the power. People can make up stories about him just to see a powerful man like my boss to fall. And you know how this city are made of vultures”, told Candace like the subject it was normal stuff. Maven was bit worried, but still surprised to see such woman in. That winter, our young girl friends did visit us on occasion, but Janisand my mother had found other sadistic delights to humiliate me, and makeme suffer. I again had to start suffering my "Female Monthly Period"(FMP) each month, and then both Janis and mother dreamed up otherhumiliating, painful, and body altering tortures for me to endure! First,they had a custom made heavy red latex corset made for me that was toreduce my waist down to only 16 inches! That was the most painful corsetI ever. While I was unsure where we were going, she made a beeline for my mother. “Good evening. Madame Taylor. What time should I have this young man home to you by?” she asked. I blushed more as my mother laughed and replied in French. Wendy did not miss a beat but responded the same with an occasional glance at me. When she realized I was not following the conversation, she broke out laughing.“I’ve been in your Mom’s French class since eighth grade. I thought you knew that much.”“Sorry, I’m a little.