I was born a little more than a year after he and my mom got married. They doted on me, and I was probably spoiled, in as much as they were able to.My...dad had only a sixth grade education, but wasn’t built for manual labor. He had ended up being a grocer, so we always had food on the table, but little else. I think we would have been classified as lower-middle-class. He was a heavy smoker and when I was ten and he had just turned sixty-eight he died of lung cancer.He hadn't left us with any. Lindsy, and I already have a job, thanks anyway." I said politely. National Security Agency? Suddenly it made a lot more sense. I felt a vast sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach."Come now Paul. May I call you Paul?" He asked as if it were already a foregone conclusion that we would be on a first name basis.I nodded. Why not? Wouldn't hurt to hear what he was offering."I represent a branch of the NSA that has been in existence since the late 60's. As a matter of fact, I am the departmental. She said softly, 'Thank you for what you have said, my own true lover. I always saw it in your eyes. I am so proud and happy to know that you will at my request do to my friend, what you have so often dreamt to do with me!' Then after a pause, she added, 'And you'll find that your virtue shall bring its own reward, Aamir!- Dear Lucy is a lovely Virgin, Love!'I began to think Lucy was a virgin flower, the plucking of which would be a real treat for me.I said to her further from what I have seen. "Yes I know you are and we'll have tochoose a sissy name for you won't we? You're mummy's little sissy aren'tyou?" She gave him one last flick with her crop, aimed almost betweenhis cheeks, driving the twinkling ruby of the plug that she knew wasthere, deep between them.He whimpered softly, the thrust almost driving him over the top. "Yessmummy." His whole body quivering submissively as he said it.She stood back then, leaving her crop on the table beside him."Straighten your skirt sissy, then.