I lost count of howmany times it struck me, the wounds stung.He finished and as I turned to face him he struck me across the face myleft eye started t... swell and tears that I fought to hold back flowedfreely as I collapsed on to my bed."Michael. And so help me, if I ever see you wearing anything remotelyfeminine again. You'll receive the same punishment. I'll not have my sondress up like some sissy faggot!"I had a reply but I was in such pain I couldn't respond. I just laythere.I could hear my. Smart as a whip, turned on by anything scientific or informational. Her favorite activity was learning, and her mind was constantly analyzing her world and how she was living in it. Her grades were good, but not perfect, because she operated above the concept that she needed to prove her intellect to other people, especially a system of education that was a lot of the time totally beneath her. She was tall and lanky, and didn’t care much for her physical appearance. Her wardrobe rarely varied. " Cindy turned and closed his office door, the glass rattled in the frame loosely. She twisted the little butterfly latch that locked it."Goddamn, Cindy," said Fred, "I can't do that."She reached down to her skirt and unzipped the side. It slid to the floor, revealing lacy panties that damn near didn't actually hide anything. The young woman stepped over the fallen cloth and lifted her top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her small, firm breasts poked forward like twin points on a. I closed my eyes and tried to think of mom in her better days. I searched for those long ago memories of when she was so vibrant and full of life.We were interrupted about a half hour later when my brother and his family stopped in to see mom. Of course everyone was pleased to see that I had arrived back home safely.A doctor stopped in to check up on mom. He held out his hand and greeted everyone in the room individually. He would say, "Hello, I'm Doctor Bashad," as he shook each hand. It took.