Then he would fulfill the obligation by canning my bare bottom four or six times before acting as relieved as I felt, that it was over and playfully r...cing to undress and collapse in bed so I’d be the last one to turn out the light. Perhaps the oddest, scariest and in some twisted respect the most exciting nights were when we weren’t getting along. The first time it arose we had had quite a serious argument earlier in the day over family stuff. He didn’t want to visit my mother and, truth be. My smartphone beeped, breaking the hold she held.From that day on it seemed she appeared near me often, watching, not passing time with polite conversation nor intrusive purpose, but just observing with those non-committal eyes. I would see her standing with her back on the door jamb, hands crossed behind her, one leg pulled up, a foot resting on the frame, her loose skirt draped over the upraised knee, she would be watching me as I appraised her pose, her legs, the way the skirt hung, hiding. So it was with each new arrival that my confusion grew. I hadbeen "taught" that a man who wants (or needs) to wear women's clotheswas someone that wanted to be a woman. That being the case it would thenof course follow that that person would also be sexually attracted tomen, in other words a homosexual. And if I was sure of nothing else inmy life it was that I was not a homosexual. I therefore could neitherenjoy the soft caress of a satin bra, nor the sensuous embrace of sheerstockings upon my. Von einem Flugzeug aus wirkte das Lichtermeer hell und freundlich und einladend, aber in den Strassen zwischen den Hohen Gebäuden herrschte meist eine gefährliche Finsternis.Auch der Regen der schon den halben Tag lang fiel und die Lichtquellen der Strassen durch die Reflektion auf dem Asphalt verdoppelte vertrieb die finsteren Schatten nicht.Gerade hier in diesem Teil gab es wohl kaum jemanden der Nachts ohne ein zumindest unbehagliches Gefühl durch die dunklen Strassen ging.Auch viele der.