I blearily rose to my feet and walked to the window, wondering what dickhole decided to park in front of our house at this hour. I assumed that it was...someone for Triss and Diana, as most of the other neighbors kept sensible hours. I squinted and peered down at the street, and to my surprise, I recognized the car. It wasn’t the neighbors’; it was Derek’s.Had Derek driven a Honda Accord, then I could have been mistaken, but hundred-thousand-dollar Mercedes supercars are a rarity, even in Orange. I hear the phone ringinside and against my better judgment I go and answer it."Hello little one how are you doing? Looking good from what I can see.You will notice that there is a glass in-between the back section andthe one you are in. That is so I don't get knocked out by what iscoming." Just then I was thinking of jumping out of the back of the van.Bam!!! OK so much for that idea. I try all the doors. You guessed it alllocked. The guy on the other side of the phone tells me that I am. ..When they saw me they all started smiling and called me to stand in front of them (oh how little i felt)...they were 3 men and a woman and soon began asking me why I wanted to be at d parade so much......i told them that Mistress Terie once mentioned that she would parade me at the San Fransisco Pride Parade and could not stop myself from wanking and cumming every half hour..Ooohhh you naughty sissy the woman exclaimed while the men burst in uncontrolled laughter......since you seem very keen. That’s ... another ... reason I feared being with someone else. The Rieklings ... two spears of theirs ... anyway, I’ve scars on my belly, on my legs, that I will wear forever from their weapons. I feared showing them to another. I barely lived through those wounds it as it was.”“Frea, did you watch me cut my hand open earlier?” She nodded. I held my hand up in front of her face. “Where is the cut, where is the scar?”“What sorcery is this?” She took my hand in hers, turned it around. The look.