I had a lot on my mind on Monday morning.On Sunday I heard a rumor that a girl from our chapter had gone to Atlanta and been seen having sex in public... The description missed mine in some important ways: she was blonde with short hair, curvaceous (they got that part right), and identified herself as being from LSU. That, of course, started the tongues to wagging as everyone tried to figure out who it was.Krys was the only one who knew I'd gone to Atlanta. I'd learned to keep my mouth shut, and. The masters can do this and the slave must comply. Some slaves hesitate and I have to pull her with a leash so that the masters can touch them. Slave Velvet does not. She crawls to the first one who kisses her on her lips while foundling her ample breasts. Slave Velvet has an angelic smile as he does this.I notice in the crowd that there is one woman. She is an adult in her upper thirties with shoulder length blond hair. She looks skinny and with a flat chest. She is looking at me with hawk. It’s true what they say. A gay guy is a girl’s best friend forever. When we got to this club in Rose Bank we went to the lounge. We got our sets at a round corner table, where they met some of their other friends. After a while, there was this one guy that asked me if I had ever taken E. I didn’t know what it was and he told me it was Ecstasy. I said no, I don’t take drugs. My friend Ken told me that I should try it. It would make me loosen up a bit. After Ken said he would look after me the. Sharn sighed and shook that off, hurrying so that Sergeant Kaykyssa could bring him home before dark. Not that anyone commented or worried if he failed to show up. They had not worried or commented when he broke his arm at age five or sliced his hand with a sabre left carelessly around the stable at age seven. Nobody even noticed the splint or bandage.And now his birthday had gone unnoticed.Sharn clambered out of the crude barrel tub and dried off before putting his good clothes back on and.