” John walked towards me, looking disappointed. “Cheyenne, What the fuck are you doing?” “Sorry, John.” I felt so empty. “I just can’t c...ncentrate.” “And why not? You’re always such a professional.” I saw him out of the corner of my eye, still in his suit and tie. He must have been shocked by what he witnessed. Why did I invite him there, that day, of all days? What was wrong with me? “Take five, people.” John turned to me. “Short out your shit.” I got up from my kneeling position from amongst. It would have improved my confidence and sense of having my own control!" We do everything for your good Mahesh! We may have controlled you but it came out of our love! I am sorry you feel that way!" I am sorry too! But you know how I feel? You must have felt the same when your parents did the same!" Tell me about it!" mom said lightening up! "They were always on my nerves! But in those days parents disciplined more particularly if you are a girl!" I am not a girl but I feel the same mom!" I. ..As you started to complain to Monopoly and point out that really, what do gods need money offerings for anyway, you heard the voice of a strict, elder woman. The viewpoint spun until you were watching a gray-haired old bat with a voice like a drill instructor, angrily enforcing her rules over several young priestesses. They're all pretty cute, but they look pretty inexperienced. Wait... no... Monopoly isn't going to saddle you with the instructor, is she?Thankfully, she didn't. The vantage. I amforever a Sorority Sister forever and have made life long friends. I allstarted when I was a young boy. I always had a very soft, loving femaleside. I loved to play with girls instead of boys. When in high school Ihad a girl friend that was very understanding about my feelings. I wasvery submissive and I liked to help anybody. She helped me explore myfeeling toward feminism and even dressed me up head to toe as hergirlfriend on a number of occasions and we would go to malls or.