”“Do you have a name?”“Aye.”“Are you always this difficult?” the man asked with warranted frustration.Porter chuckled, “No, usually I�...�m more obstreperous, but I’ve had a very good teacher. Follow me and I will take you to Zeb; he is the real expert on the Waste, and he has been expecting you.”A crashing through the bushes paused their conversation as five more border patrol came rushing towards them with their swords drawn. They pulled up short when they saw their captain standing calmly,. What thehell was I going to say to Yves? I was never going to be able to look himin the face. Shit my life was fucked. I knew Viv wouldn't leave it aloneand she would hound me and probably Yves as well. I just had to hope hewould keep his mouth shut, I was going to be depending on him having atleast a smidgen of decency.I woke up Monday morning in a dark mood and definitely not ready to facethe world, if anything I was filled with a sense of impending doom. I justknew I wouldn't be able to go. First I was taught how to put on and remove make-up. With my earlyefforts I looked like a clown but gradually I got better at it until itmade me look good. It was really hard to leave it alone and feeling thelipstick or lip gloss on my mouth was the worst thing about it. I had tolotion myself up each night as well. Then came deportment, which washow to walk like a girl, carry myself like a girl and keep my legstogether when I sat down wearing a skirt.After that it got more interesting as I was. ”“Is he fucking you tonight?”“Yes.”“Tell him I wanna join.”“Okay.”Leroy was a very tall, beefy man. He started wooing Braylin when the boy was ten years old. He loved sticking his eight-inch dick in the little sissy.Later that night, Uncle Leroy was pumping Braylin full of dick. Damian was watching. “Take that big nigga dick,” Aunt Roberta’s husband yelled.“Oh yes,” screamed Braylin.“Damn, bitch! You been takin’ them got-damn pills I gave you too.”“Yes, Daddy!”“Li’l bitch titties growing. I.