I had some fun encounters but nothing spectacular. In early Spring I placed an advertisement in the magazine. But it was without a photo. Being pre-di...ital there was no way I could get a photograph of me developed at the local shop! I got no results. It went very quiet. I had built up a small wardrobe of clothes and footwear. I had one wig, a blonde one. Not good quality, but wearing it helped me feel feminine. I was dressing alone, at home.Then I got a message from an older guy called David,. . She's a carpet cleaner." A ... What?" Abel stared at Cain in disbelief."A rug muncher, you know ... A lesbian." Cain shrugged. "That was a sin, last time I checked." So is lying!" Abel glared at him."Who's lying here?" Cain gave Abel a dirty look.Abel just stared."Okay, okay ... sheesh ... She came in and said God wants more stuff, like He ain't got enough dead sheep already." And?" And what? I said sure ... What does he want, but she didn't know... 'It's your sign... ' she says, and so I. I was uncomfortable now with the earrings fixed to my earlobes.They swished about me as I moved my head. I wanted rid of them now thatI would soon be free. They reminded me of the terrible ordeal I hadendured."There is but one glass here, Emma. I suppose the Slave Masters of BanuHashim did not consider the possibility that a slave-girl might sharethe bottle with me." It is of no consequence. I shall drink ka-la-na later when I am lodgedin comfortable apartments with fine clothes. You will. The internet is awash with videos of wives and daughters, females falling from grace, from upon the pedestals where we once perched, today we kneel before men, more than likely, sucking their cocks at the slightest whim or suggestion, or being buggered, because some man's wife wont let him do it to her, or better still, in the eyes of some, men and women, spying on their daughters, knowing men will pay for such information.We have become internet whores, free to express our own sexual needs and.