I don’t know what she saw in him, we took the same classes, both of us with high intelligence quotients, and him a burn out grade 12. He was her bad...boy, and I was “just” her friend. This was the most beautiful girl in school too, everybody liked her, even my friends said I had no chance with her, and how I even got to be her friend was a fucking miracle. But the countless number of nights I sat awake thinking of how much I loved her, and how the next time I saw her I would tell her how I felt…. It was driving Domly one insane.Afterwards they headed out to the hill and found a secluded spot amongst the trees. It was nightfall and the stars were shining bright. Cookie was lying out, stomach down, on the lush green grass. Domly one began massaging her shoulders then started kissing her. He was kissing his way down her back heading south to her butt cheeks. Extending his tongue out, he drug it over her tailbone while slowly prying her ass cheeks apart. Her eyes grew wide but she just. ” She touched the medallion and Wayne felt her flow into him. He hardened in her again and they began a dance that would last all night.Wednesday, 21 May 1969Rebecca Allen sat in her office watching the academic building across the parking lot from her window. It was late. Rehearsal had been cancelled because of yet another break-in. She watched the police leave at last and the lights in the building go out. On the steps of the building, she could see two figures pause to talk as a security. Ven though I was a football lineman in high school and then at a smallcollege, I always knew I had an urge for womens clothes and beingsubmissive. I recall having thoughts of being in a cage in my parentsback yard as my friends played hide and seek. I used to snitch stuff andthen go into the woods to an abandon house to dress up. The risk of beingfound and used was such a rush.But there was one Halloween - I was probably 16 or 17, I mustered up thecourage to go out trick or treating. My.