And for a few days Gina was thrilled also. Thensomething happened, something she could never explain. She got scared.She wondered if she could reall... be wife and eventually a mother? Sheknew that this was always a possibility when she became Gina, and at timesshe had wanted both. But now the possibility seemed more than apossibility. It seemed like a definite reality.Gina wanted to talk to someone, but who could she talk to? Who wouldunderstand? Who would believe her? She could talk to. ’ ‘How can you say that? How can you say that they didn’t hurt you? I saw what they did.’ Cassia stood behind him, wanting to reach out and touch those strong shoulders but afraid of his reaction. ‘But they didn’t hurt me! My mother taught me a trick a long time ago, how not to let things touch your insides, your heart. I went to my special place inside and put it away.’ ‘Put it away? How can you put swallowing the cum of seven men away?’ Tears ran down his cheeks and he didn’t wipe them away.. If conversation didn’t involve baseball or how much he bench pressed that day or how much he’ll try the next day then it didn’t interest him. He could be a bit of a spoiled brat and abrasive at times when I wasn’t in the mood to have sex. It still didn’t matter to me. I liked him. A lot.But now he was gone to a university in another state, and I was stuck here. Bored outta my mind. I was getting close to passing his house. His family was kinda rich. He had the biggest house on our block because. “No,” I said, “those things have drawstrings and cover a fella's ass. Provide some support. Keep a man contained, if you follow.” “I follow, I follow,” she said, laughing at the crotch-gripping gesture I made to emphasize the word contained. “No,” I said, “what he wore was definitely a bikini bottom. And I'm not talking Gidget's bikini, I'm talking strings and side-ties.” “Ass,” said Sam, grinning along with the laughter. “It was shorts.” “Sure,” I said. “Yellow polka-dot thong shorts.”.