All this did little to help my predicament; luckily I was wearing a baggy pair of pants that could conceal my growing hard on. When we got home everyo...e enjoyed the party, except for me of course who had one thing on my mind. As the night wound down I announced that I was off to take a shower and hit the sack. Again I was warned by my sister with a grin on her face."Don't forget James, don't lock the door"I was furious but obliged as to not draw attention to my situation. When I got out of the. Young adults ... for whom I was responsible. That and a mortgage and a number of other debts. How the hell was I going to pay for them?Should I eat crow and beg for my job back from Turkey Neck? I just couldn't see myself doing that. I knew my time at North Island had run its course. If I was going to eat crow, it would be at another location in another job. I'd have to work for less money no doubt, but at least I'd have broken free from the constant harassment of Thomas N. Thompson. And that. All night long guys groped and rubbed me. I wasnot resistant and ended up making out with two different guys. A few guysstuffed dollar bills between my breasts. I was nominated to be in thecostume competition for a prize of $100. As I was standing with the threeother finalists, Brenda pulled off my wig and the crowd went wild withapplause. I gave the prize money and tips to my girls. For a while Ireally felt like a woman. I was home by two, humped my dildo wildly andpassed out. The hair. I don’t know yet if I will end up staying with Hank or not. Hell, I might pop up on Indian Singles Chat or whatever, but I will not return to my husband’s arms. Well, ex-husband now. You know what they say. If someone’s your ex, they’re an ex for a reason. 365 reasons in my case. Your agency contracts people to collect possessions for us slaves, right? Yeah, yeah, I know, us ‘not-slaves, ‘ I mean.“Anyway, if I can help it, I’d like to never see Gautam again. I never should have married him,.