."No mom I had these on last night I thought they where mine"...There mom nodded and went down to start breakfast...When the door closed Beka came out...from under the bed...She climbed on top of Lexa's bed and suck her ass in the air..."I guess I was bad and need a spanking for me sister"...Lexa looked at her for a secound and then pulled the thong off and tossed it back to her sister...Beka reached down beside the bed and pulled up the blue strap-on and waved it in the air..."Maybe I need a. I wanted him to hug me and kiss me and take away this awful pain I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and wished I never saw him hesitate when Kim asked him who I was. I wanted him with me, but I couldn't. My pride wouldn't let me. Even if I did love him, my pride just wouldn't let me close my eyes and pretend nothing happened. "Who knows what he's been doing all those times he stopped contacting you," a voice in my head said. Fresh tears spilled as I thought of what. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way of conforming. At 12 I began to masturbate but always to the idea of dominant males. I began to believe that the only way they would even consider me as a sexual partner would be if I appeared to be female. So I started to wear my mother's clothes and soon began to love girdles and suspender belts and stockings. Best of all was her wedding dress...I saw myself as a bride to a commanding uniformed guy and this remained my ideal for years. I was. When I left the bar I heard a man yelling obscene insults at two Hispanic women who had just left a restaurant. My parents raised me not to be that way. I thought he should not be that way either.I walked over to talk to him. “Why are you yelling at those women?” I asked.“They’re Mexican.”“So?”“This is our country. They don’t belong here.” By now I could tell that he was harmless, possibly homeless, drunk, and twice my age. “Everyone in this country who is not an Indian came from somewhere.