His broken smile leering at me as his belly rolled with sadistic laughter. And now he knelt behind one of the slave pens, the same knife that had torn...my mother from me, waiting to do the same to the man who had come to our rescue.I don’t recall how the rock had come into my hands. Only that it was large, and heavy. And somehow it seemed to fit my grip perfectly. A resounding crack fills my ears, as I bring the stone crashing into Alistair’s head. I remember screaming, and crying, as I hit him. Now I don't want any of this to soundlike I blame her for of my problems as it would have been the normalreaction to seeing a boy dressed as femenine as the most girly girl. Mom, Iunderstand and your reaction was not your fault. The fault was all mine when I didn't tell you how I felt about wanting,wishing, praying that I would wake up one day as I felt I was inside. Eversince then I thought that if I didn't keep my thoughts a secret that i woudbe laughed at, scorned, or critisized. This is one. The first time, we’d just slipped away from a house – a very, very expensive house with a very, very expensive security system, and were crossing a very large golf course. An overpowering urge, a wave of desire struck me and I just pulled him into the trees and started tearing at his clothes. Twenty minutes later we were racing in the shadows along the edge of the greens and fairways, flashing grins at each other like a couple of teenagers.After that first time, it pretty much became a ritual.. " No thank you I'm fine." She held out her hand and said,"I'm Magda Stelsgaard. Pleased to meet you.' I took her hand and shook it briefly and said,"Nice to meet you too Magda, I'm Ann. You're Scandinavian?" Yes, I'm from Stockholm.I'm here on business. I go back home on Thursday"We chatted for sometime about travel and her impressions of England etc. I was quite attracted to her. She had taken off her coat and now I could see a fine pair of boobs under a tight fitting white silk blouse. There.