We were about three quarters of the way through our workout when Mark Boudreaux couldn’t resist coming over to where we were. We were waiting on the...on one of the dumb bell stations when he walked up to Chrissy. “Why are you here with him…...”, he asked. “Chris and I have been working out together for months, he has helped me develop a program.”, she replied, barely looking at him. “So, he is your new boyfriend?”, he laughed. “Like I said Mark, he is helping me train until I feel strong enough. I followed silently, along a corridor, no words were exchanged, then she walked up some stairs, and I continued to follow. My heart was beating so fast, I thought she might hear it.It was then I noticed a zip in Mistresses suit. It started at the top of her bottom, and went down, and between her legs. I had never seen this before, but again, without explanation, I got a strong feeling inside as I could not take my eyes off Mistresses bottom as she walked in front of me. Her bottom was gorgeous,. That was the lifetime during which her memories of their previous victories and defeats began to emerge.In Greece, he was named Miltiades, and she Hegesipyle - as Strategos, he defeated the Persians at Marathon, but died in prison, disgraced.He was praefectus castrorum under Julius Caesar when their legion crossed the Rubicon. He had persuaded her that it was Caesar who controlled Rome's destiny, and it was Caesar to whom their loyalties should lie. Their lives ended violently, shortly after. I had other things on my mind anyway, like...Did my clothes look gay? Did I dress like a lesbian? I had a sudden panic attack as I opened my closet and looked through my clothes. I'd worn my uniform to school though, the same one as all the other girls, so ... No, I decided. My clothes were normal. It had to be me and that almost made me feel better except it didn't.The worst thing was I couldn't even ask my mom about it. We'd had sex! Like, uh ... Gee, Mom ... Do you think I'm kinda queer? She.