?" he walked over to her, looking down at her with concern."Liz, what's wrong?" he asked, as tears spilled down her cheeks."I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav... come, not when you're ... when you have enough on your plate right now..." She stammered, turning to leave.He reached out and held her arm, preventing her from leaving, and instead led her to the couch and sat her down."Talk to me. What's going on?" he asked, sitting down beside her. She was shaking her head as the tears continued to fall. She. Some game, huh? Shewon."I dropped my head. Lauren touched my shoulder. Olivia grabbed my hand.Maybe it was at that moment we decided to be friends.Later, Olivia would tell me that it was my innocence, my sweetness, thatconvinced her that we had more in common than not. That was when sherethought her bias against sissies. We weren't role-playing. We were aminority of our own, struggling to get through ever day. We were softerthan most, and we leaned toward the ultra-feminine. But our hearts. “What?” I asked rudely, hoping he wasn’t coming out into the garden. “I made some lemonade, you must be hot.” He said and despite my wish that he would just leave, the thought of a cool drink was very inviting. As if sensing my indecision, he dangled a tall glass of yellowy liquid out the window and I could hear the clinging noise made by ice cubes floating on top. “You want some?” he asked, looking at me intently. I was very aware of the skimpy little bikini that I was wearing. I never thought. Now spread your legs.”I spread my legs, giving him more room. He positioned himself behind me, and then his wet fingers were teasing my entrance. Then they were inside me. I hissed in pain, but only for a second. Then James moved his fingers in all good directions, and I was moaning.“More.” I muttered.“Yeah, baby, beg for it.”I smiled. I was somewhat enjoying it, afterwards. I guess it’s because it’s James’ pleasure in the game. I’d never forgive myself for let go any of his wishes. So I.