"Don't fake a girls' voice, Bobby, just speak softer and slower," Mildred advised as Sophia drove into the park's parking lot, and I wasskittish as--e...cuse me--hell, seeing the throngs parading around alldecked out in Easter finery, both glamorous and gaudy.Sure hope I don't look that bad!It felt weird saying that, almost as bad as the fact that I didn't feel all that apprehensive about that point, not since taking a long gawk in Sophia's mirror. The first was after being groomed, the second. In the centre under a beam dangled a rope, which, she said she was to be suspended from then whipped, and she hoped I would enjoy her abject distress. The master appeared naked, and stood waiting for her to strip, which she soon did unusually leaving on her panties, an old pair of white cotton ones. Next, he produced handcuffs and pinioned her hands behind her back. Bringing forth the comment from Summer “how`s he going to suspend her then?” We were soon enlightened, as he bent her. Let's look at them one by one.* I knew I was different / guilt and agony - Nah, I have always had an ego that has never let me down. I knew if I did it there had to be somebody else out there that wanted to do it too, even if I didn't know them. So why feel guilty? It has to be normal to someone. * I joined the army to prove I'm not gay - Hell, I was number 347 in the draft. Remember I grew up while we were playing policeman in Viet Nam. I quit school and got a job within days of the lottery.. )And when I knew I had at least a half a day to devote to thisclandestine pastime I would risk putting on my mascara, eye shadow,blusher and lipstick. I'd lucked into these cosmetics when one of mystepfather's lady friends had somehow left them in our bathroom, andhe'd thrown them out lest Mom discover them (I'd been warned that therewould be grave consequences to her ever finding out about theseclandestine encounters...). The coral lipstick was getting close to thebottom of its tube and I.