But promise me one thing, okay? Now that you've called me and said 'yes', I don't want to hear any more 'no's. If we're doing this, it has to be real,...and it has to be complete."I nodded quickly, and then realized that we were on the phone. "Yes, yes, of course. Thank you."Carrie laughed. "I should be thanking you, Natalie. Get ready to be ravished."It was fifteen minutes of anxious, sudden worry. I spent most of it staring out at the streets, empty except for drunks stumbling home. I wondered. Overthe course of the next few minutes, her clit enlarged more, as her labiadistended and fused together, forming a ball sack. I cupped the formingball sack as if it were my own. It felt strange to be holding someoneelse's ball sack, but the fact that I was fully aware that the ball sackin question was a temporary addition to the gorgeous girl at my side,quashed any homophobic issues I may have been experiencing. Her clitwas now rapidly extending and thickening. The hood fully retracted,. She stopped to hold the door for me as I was taking a load of boxes to the street. The light came in behind her silhouetting a beautiful figure and a riot of short curly hair. “Lucky girl” I thought with just a smidge of envy. My 5’8” frame is rather more generously curved than fashion dictates and my long brunette hair takes an army of stylists equipped with an arsenal of product to hold a curl. I came face to face with her and was able to see her fully and almost gasped. She was just. I wanted to answer. I turned my head blindly right and then left, as if seeking?something. I had to answer. More quickly. My mind screamed. Say SOMETHING! Anything! ?I’m here because I?? my lips moved for a moment, but no sound came out. ??because?I want?I want??Too late. He slapped me again, this time on the other cheek. This time, harder. He said something, but I didn’t hear it all. what I heard was ??just can’t figure it out.? Tears sprang to my eyes beneath my blindfold. .