We exchanged friendly greeting and I saw the look Deb was giving this guy. She has always been partial to guys with blond hair and I could tell this g...y would be no exception. We were waiting out the rain, sharing the only picnic table bench actually very private. She began taking the lead in our conversation and he began to respond to her. He looked over at me a couple of times and all I could do was smile wondering/hoping that she would find a way to fulfill one of her fantasies. The rain. And with thecontinuing sexual abuse from John made me withdraw and become even morefeminine. But he made me that way. But by my twelfth birthday, My stepmother moved us to here. Hundreds of miles away. Where no one knew us andthat's when my sister started turning me into a girl. " I was twelve and just lying on my bed crying when My sister came in andbeat me up again, and then she tied up and left me for the rest of thenight. The next morning she came in and tied me, then undressed me. Ihardly. With dad gone and just mom and me, life was a lot easier. Sure, shecould get mad and yell, but she wasn't scary. I knew she would neverhurt me. Over and over I would think why couldn't Dad be this way? Whycouldn't he be relaxed and leave me alone.Of course, we talked about it, Mom and me. She assured me over and overthat he loved me and was only hard on me because life was hard, and hewanted me prepared to face it. That reminds me; his next favoriteexpression after "thenk!" was "You think the. I asked him why he wasn't in school, the time was 10:45am, he said he was in 6th form and he hated it, I asked him how old he was he replied "18", we had a conversation about jobs and stuff and he asked me why I was here, and I explained that I used to play around here 30 odd years ago, he seemed to be understanding yet also seemed to have his mind on something else.I pulled out a packet of cigs and started to light one, he asked if he could have one, I offered him the packet and he took one,.