For such perfection there must be imperfections, and they abound in our world. We tend to look the other way when we see them, to ignore the evil, to ...retend it does not exist, for evil is the failing, the failing of existence, the failing of life. We depend on balance, for good for bad, for fun and sadness, for joy and depression. Did she deserve to have a good life of joy and happiness, of love and desires for-filled? I think she did! She slowly stopped swing around the pole as I walked near. The jock had stood there in the middle of the busy hallway, a group of guys ogling his gorgeous girlfriend as he slipped one hand beneath her sweater and fondles her chest brazenly, while she just looked at him with something like love, submission and acceptance all in one long gaze. Turning toward the general direction of the crowd he brags matter-a-fact, "What can I say, the slut will do anything I tell her!"That was the look that Diane was giving me right then.This time I was trembling, my. The skirt's length had been chosen assuming she had the tall shoes on, and without them on, she had to hold her skirt up around herself to prevent it dragging on the pavement. As she stood at the door waiting for it to open she could feel that the corset was already sagging under her dress, where she had not been able to do it up very tight.The door was opened by a pretty young blonde dressed in black. "You must be Brenda, come in. Mistress Sylvia is waiting for you in the main dungeon."Brenda. I grinned at Jennifer and moved closer to her. "Hi." I kissed her on the lips. As I lingered at her lips, my hand reached out and touched her wetness. I could smell her perspiration and heat.Jennifer quivered with my touch and moved closer to my hand. This was not the first time that Jennifer and I had fooled around together. She often asked me to join her business, telling me that there's a big market for transsexuals. Jennifer sternly said to Jack, "Permission to talk is granted. But, scum.