I don't mind being a diabetic for the most part. Do not get me wrong, having type one diabetes is a daily struggle but I would usually use it to my ad...antage. For example, I had a girl give me a blow job in my local high school because she wanted to 'make the pain go away',I would always get A's in class because, teaches felt sorry for me, I would skip class everyday but never get caught because I would lie and say my blood sugar was low. Yah, high school was easy for me. Before I get too deep. You know...a lot more often!"I laughed with her, and all at once she seemed more friendly. Thatnight, as I drove home, I was excited at the news that I had to tellmom. I had a job, and better, they knew my true status, and had hired meanyway! When I told mom she was at first leery, then warmed up to theidea, telling me that my real education as a girl was about to begin,laughing when I told her that I intended to wear nothing but skirts ordresses. Mom told me that the thrill would wear off. James was speaking and Becca was barely certain of what he was saying. All she knew was that she had six blows to receive. But her mind caught up quickly. ~ Is it an offer or a tease to be bound? Twelve . . . I cannot bear twelve! ~ She remained in turmoil for a moment, quivering from the pain that spread through her. Finally she sat up on her knees, about to request to be bound for fear she would not remain in place for an additional six strokes. James stood looking at Becca as she remained. ” And as I walked out the door the desire was now a warmth spreading over my whole body. Opening the door, I stepped outside and wondered to myself if I would ever see her again.Over the next few weeks, I made it a point to make several visits to that bistro, hoping to see her again. All, to no avail. Then, one evening I was in there a little later than normal, and she walked in. My heart did a little flutter. And, as luck would have it, the only empty seat at the bar was next to me. She walked.