He loves making me hurt, and this gesture only eggs him on. He takes a nipple between his teeth and sucks fiercely. I make a strangled sound and squir... underneath him, trying to free myself from his "unwanted" attention. In all honesty, every flick of his skilled tongue sends a new wave of chills down my spine and ignites the heat I'm feeling between my legs. He reaches down between us and rubs my clit over my panties. I surpress a moan. Yes, yes, yes. "No, no, no," I plead, my entire body. A screen savor that showed random pictures done by the girl, a sailboat set against a horizon done in black in white, which captured the cloud forms with an unspeakable brilliance. Then of course more conventional photos.But the best were her studio portraits and compositions. The way the presented human form often taking two people and somehow making them blend into one. A flow of shapes that can only be created by, a man and a woman, bound together. He shook his head and sat in his swivel. She looked terrible with blotchy eyes and streaked makeup.I passed her the drink I had prepared, took her coat and guidedher to the sofa.I took a deep breath and started, "I am so sorry to have upsetyou. I have dressed up on occasions since I was 8 years old. I really don't understand why I feel the need but I do andalthough I have tried to stop I don't seem able to and in a waydon't want to. I have never shared this with anyone. I do notwant to be a woman and am not gay or bisexual. I love. Pointing out these facts just made her ridicule me and I stormed out of the house before I did something we'd both be sorry for. I drove on autopilot, not even knowing where I was heading and ended up where it all started and ended – the entry point to the wilderness on the far west side of the truck stop. I didn't even realize where I was until Karen spoke to me, waking me up as it were. She had been texted by Bev, who was smart enough to figure out exactly where I was headed, even if I hadn't.