Ms. Dale looked at the pass, looked at the time on the computer she was using, and then tossed the pass into a drawer, all without glancing at Lucy.Lu...y crossed the library to where the assistant’s desk was located. She was relieved when she saw that none of the students in attendance were coming to ask for help. There were plenty of books in the library, but there were plenty of computers too. Contrary to the belief that all kids know everything about all computers, Lucy often had to help. She asked me how I was and if I needed anything. I told her I was fine, but I wanted to know where I was, state wise. She told me home, I was back in NH. She told me after I was out of surgery I was transferred home. I asked if anyone was around. She told me to look in the corner. I did. My mom was curled up in the window bed, and he was sleeping in a chair. She asked me if I wanted her to wake them, I told her not too. They looked tired even when sleeping. She told me to try and sleep more,. We settled in on the couch and it didn’t take long until we were kissing. We both loved kissing each other. I’ve kissed a lot of people in my life, but no one kissed me like Hunter. It literally took my breath away and I tended to lose all conscious thought. He always commented that we were really good at kissing. I think that was an understatement. Pretty soon, hands started to wander, as they were prone to do. I loved running my hands over his short cropped hair, his neck, his chest, his. .I had always believed the world owed me everything...and then oneday I learned that not only do I owe the world everything, I have nothingto offer. A failure as a man, becoming a sissy wasn't a point of pride likewith some of the other girls, it was an escape attempt...one I botched whenI agreed to become a slave in a moment of weakness. Now the only thing Ihad left, the only thing that mattered, was being the best slave I couldbe...and before I even started I had already failed by being the.