She had counted a dozen.The visitors bore off in all directions, exploring the terrain of her cotton shirt. Two approached her chin, and then withdrew...after encountering turbulence. At a safe distance, hovering side by side, they apparently discussed their next move. Kellie hoped they wouldn’t attempt to land on her face. She feared an involuntary spasm. Instead, the pair took off in opposite directions, drifting above her collarbones.Unexpectedly, a horn, barely audible to Kellie’s ears,. Bishonen - "beautiful boy" and reference to male characters who are as pretty as girls and often mistaken for themBishie - slang for BishonenMaid Cafe - Japanese cafe where the waitresses dress as french maids It was a cool night but most of the girls in line were still wearing mini skirts and micro tops. Most of the guys were the stylish kind and wore tight pants with designer shirts. I walked the line looking for the right pair. Newbies. Singles. Trying too hard.I'd found Her - a pretty. “Lose the bra” was his next command. I unclipped the bra and threw it on the floor on top of my skirt. “ Get on your knees you fucking fat cunt!” He scowled. This hurt me more than anything he had said previously. It really upset me. He didn’t care. He went to the bathroom and came out with an old fashioned cane. It was straight with a half hoop at one end that he used as a handle. He lay the cane across my boobs and looked down at me with a very stern face. I put my hands behind my back as I. What was worse, they both had hard-ons. At eye level. Disgusting.When I was finally redressed, Stephen, the only other guy on the team with really long hair, brushed mine out and braided it for me. For swimming he was lucky. His hair was as curly as a poodle's, and yet refused to tangle when left to air-dry. But he looked like a fuzzy red basketball until he brushed it out. I pulled out a pair of four-inch blocky heels from my gym bag, and strapped them on. That, plus the walk they enhanced,.