Before that year ended, however, their future was throwninto doubt. Just after Thanksgiving, Jill's father, was arrested fortax fraud, decimating her...families finances, and throwing her futureschooling needs into serious jeopardy. After much discussion, and morethan a little arguing, Tim convinced his fiancee and his mother that itwould be best for his and Jill's future for him to drop out at the endof the semester and take a job with his Aunt Olivia to pay for Jill'scontinuing education. . Hopskotch, wall flowers (a singing game with very girly dance movements). But the bullying increased in intensity and I saw the only way out as trying to conform to male gender conditioning. At grammar school, with no girls to play with, I decided to butch up. The bullying stopped. 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. Everybody but Charley lay down to provide as little a target as possible. Charley pulled the pin and tossed the grenade as far as he could toward the cave entrance. As soon as he turned it loose and long before the grenade landed, Charley had dug himself a pretty effective slit trench in that trail. Charley had talents that I had never dreamed of!The grenade landed and exploded, throwing a lot of fragments all over the scenery. The result was what I had hoped for. Suddenly, something erupted. "Don't move. Slide them slowly out." You tremble as you do. "Good girl. I want you to pinch your nipple with your wet fingers." Which one?" you ask, your hand floating in mid-air."This one," I say, flicking it with my pointed finger. You bring your fingers to your nipple and grasp it tightly. Your mouth opens and your eyes close. Your head falls back. "So pretty." I take your wrist in my hand, dragging your fingers from your nipple, bringing them to my mouth. "Mmmmmm," I murmur as I suck them..