Billy followed him as if in a trance. Upon entering the room he noticed that the poorly lit room only consisted of a mattress on the floor and a desk ...ith chair. The old man rounded the table and sat in the chair. He watched Billy as he shuffled into the room and stand before the desk, the two alleyway men stood just behind and at either side. "So you have returned to us then little faggot sissy I see" said the old man. He could see Billy's small penis tent in his trousers at this degrading. In accordance to my wishes she pulled over her head her thin knitted top and put her bra in her handbag."You look great," I said."Feels funny," she said looking down at herself. "And I wobble all over the place." That you do," I laughed, "and delightfully so too." God, I can't go out like this," she said looking scared."Of course you can," I said and I took her arm and almost dragged out of my bedroom."We're off," I called out to my mum and dad. "I'll be back later."It was only ten minutes. You think you're man enough to do all that, and in the process, gain the respect of others? Or do you want to be a whimpering wimpy weakling of a man that nobody respects?" "I-I'm man enough. I-I want respect. I-I'll show you Pau ., er, Ms. Morris." I blurted out before I really thought through what I was saying. "I'll take that as being your word and I know your word is good. Your word is good isn't it Peter? You're not wishy-washy are you? Like wanting to change your mind claiming you. Her confession angered me. The words seem to just come out of my mouth as if somebody else put them there. My tone was so abrupt she drew back as I spoke, "You are not at fault. The bastard hit you. Look at me," she was looking into her lap now, "look me in the eye..." I reached over and gently lifted her face so she was looking at me. "No man has any right to hit a woman. Perhaps it is because of my age, but I have always believed that. A man has no right to hit a woman for any reason. You had.