Nothing more.I ended up drinking 3 more beers on my way and now I'm caught by a train at the edge of his little town, dammit. I get a text it's him, I...explain I'm stopped by train. He text back to pick him up that he's walking he had walked to the post office. Shit damn fuck I think, I wanted the moment I was going to have in my car before knocking on his door. The train gates are going up... Breathe... Breathe... Just breathe.I see him walking I pull over and he gets in the car, I say hello. If I couldn’t please her what good was I? ‘No!!…PLEASE…’MISTRESS, SKYLER!’…please don’t..(pant)…I want to…to be…(pant)…to be yours completely….I want you…(pant)…to use me…(pant)…to, to make you happy…with all …(pant)…of my body…I want you me…to pleasure you….(pant) …it’s all…I’m …good for…(pant)…to pleasure…you. …I’m begging ….you (pant)…Please!’ Oh God did I ever want to cum. If that didn’t work on her and she did quit and released me from the restraints I was going to attack myself. I think I. Even asthe anaesthetic wore off and I got feeling back in my scrotum, the painwas pretty mild.My parents came in and talked to me while I sat in the recovery ward forthe rest of the evening. We made small talk and watched TV. They left mybrothers at home with a sitter, for which I was thankful.I checked Facebook. I saw John had asked how things went. But I couldn'tbring myself to reply.Eventually my parents went home, while I stayed. It was a requirementthat I stay at the Gender Choice Clinic. Stan and RitaDeveraux were, as it turned out, a pair of hippies. You might have foundthem both walking the fields of Woodstock. Stan was short, with a fullhead of hair, complete with Hawaiian shirt, large Peace sign neck chain,and baggy surfer shorts. He greeted me warmly with a hug, and handed me aflower he had picked on the way up from the driveway. Rita was wearing aliteral flower crown when she arrived, in a flowing white lace dress. Shehad almost as many piercings in her face as Claire and.