He listened, the only sound was the shower running. Shelly often spent a solid half hour under the shower, so this was not unusual. Finally, he slowly...pushed the door partially open, actually expecting to find nothing. A man was sitting there on the edge of the extremely rumpled bed, his back to the door. He was fully dressed, reading a magazine, in fact it was Jerry’s Popular Science magazine. Jerry began to see red. The shower was still running. The man turned the page on the magazine. ‘Who. He had been a minorplayer on the strip. He tried to make his living at gambling but he neverseemed to win big. He supplemented his gambling money by doing odd jobs. Hedid minor jobs for the Mob and at the same time worked as a snitch for thecops. Playing both sides gave him a feeling of being important, it gave himas much pleasure as the money. He lusted after power; he so wanted to be abig shot.It was a dangerous game and he was eventually caught. The Mob gave him achoice, he could do some. Forbidden fruit.“Yeah, but I’m not gay. I don’t want anything up my ass.”“Wait, so you think it is okay for a girl to have to take it up the ass, but your ass is off limits? Having something in your ass doesn’t make you gay. It makes you cum extra hard. Have you ever cum with something in your ass?”“No,” he said defensively.“Don’t be stupid Conner. Something in your ass doesn’t make you gay. If girls can like a little anal play, then why can’t it also feel good for a guy? I’m not asking. Bu...butMiss Matilda yo..you ...I mean...I can't go out looking like this...." Hemanaged to stutter."And what is wrong with the way you are dressed Camille? You look adorablein that outfit and I will not hear another word about it. Imagine that,just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancierclothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you goshopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running abit late." Miss Matilda, please. I didn't.