But I stayed there, not moving until he told me to clean everything up.I imagined that I was being punished for being disobedient. I found pleasure in...that, and had a glowing feeling as I hastily cleaned up the mess I'd made.After I finished, he had me sit on the armchair in the living room. Sit may be the wrong way of putting it. Let's say I was upside down on the chair. My legs, or calves, hooked over the top of the chair, my ass against the back cushion, and my head hanging off the edge of. What are you doing here working?Me: I said I came for an official work and reschedule.She: where are you stayingMe: in lodge in so and so placeShe: k fine doesn’t waste money comes to my home and asked had your lunch??Me: I said no and I would manage in roomShe: she ordered me to stay in her homeMe: with hesitation accepted and accompanied herI got my bag and then we reached her home through an auto.She cooked and served me a better meal. I was full. Later she asked about my family, work.One by. I’ll end that with saying that Ean soon enough had to close his door, and us girls had a great time.A little after midnight though, Ean came out when things silenced down. Bentlee was out cold in her sleeping bag and Montana and I were fumbling through movies to watch. Ean walked into the living room eating a sandwich and dropped the empty box of snack cakes in front of me.“I thought she wasn’t allowed to have sugar,” he asked.“She only had three,” I defended weakly, assuming he must have been. I justdon't know how I can be a boy. How awful it'll be when I start highschool."Mary Elizabeth Dayton had found Angelo curled up on the davenport,cuddling Muffy, his hair flowing across is face, and looking so muchlike a little girl, she couldn't resist sitting next to him, and gentlyrunning her hand down his slender, pretty arms. He was dressed, to besure, in boy's shorts and tee shirt, but with his long hair, faircomplexion and slim body, he looked so much like the little girl he sowanted.