You could run away if you want, but-” he gestured towards her bare feet. “No shoes,” he finished with a laugh.She crossed her arms in irritation... watching him step into the shed. She could hear him poking around in there, and the rush of water for a moment, as he discovered the working shower pump. She thought briefly about leaving, but he was right. She wouldn’t get very far with bare feet. And she was still lacking a weapon.He stepped outside again, her gun now poking out of the waistband of. He pulled back to see that there were tears running down her cheeks, even though she smiled happily at him.He dabbed at her tears with the sleeve of his shirt as she sniffled."Sammy... can you tell me why you and Bobby have... I don't know. What's changed, exactly?" I sorry, I can't really explain why, Dave. But... we've decided we're not going to live like there's only one possible person for us to wind up with someday."Bobby and I are always going to be friends. That's as much as we'll commit. I was about 13/14 years old and had been talking to a much older man over the internet. He was about 50 if I remember correctly. I had been dressing in my mother’s underwear and dresses for a few years and found it so sexy, I had not considered myself gay or bi, I just knew I belonged in female attire, it made me happy and felt natural. The thought of pleasing this man made me excited, terrified and scared, but very excited. I could tell from my little clitty. After chatting for a few hrs he. Not necessarily with other people, although she had tried to arouse Jeff’s interest in her by purposely “coming on” to complete strangers on the odd occasion when they went out together, but this didn’t seem to have any affect on Jeff. She even used to purposely leave the toilet door open as she sat, with her legs wide apart, relieving herself, something Lenny was particularly keen on, but Jeff would always, politely, close the door if he happened to walk past. She had even tried walking in on.