Cindi stopped calling. She withdrew, putting up what defenses she could against the horrors. She thought of death, but feared the thought of one of th... red creatures coming for her. Cindi would SEE death, look it in the eye ... no, she had to live..."But ... your mom and dad must love you!" Betty was in tears. Never had she heard anything so sad!"But that would be WORSE!" Cindi cried, looking at the girl. "If they love me, then WHY?!? Why do this to me?!? Better they hate me, so there's a. Something changed that night, something intimate. Sure we were physically close up to then, hugging and kissing on the lips, holding hands, talking honestly and openly. But that night changed our relationship - and the only way I can describe it is, I became the man, the only man, in her life.She pampered me, allowed me the decisions in all matters - big or small. I asked her to stop using nail-polish, telling her I thought it made her look cheap, she threw out all the bottles and never used it. I think she suspectedit but never said anything. It's just from time to time that theurge hits me and gets worse and worse until I wear something." "I understand. You did look so feminine in that dress. I couldtell you were uncomfortable at first, but you quickly got over it." "That's because you didn't laugh at me. You accepted me for whatand who I am. I really appreciate that. Most women would have hada fit if they saw me in a dress. The girls I went out with had aproblem with it. They. The 1st type are the watchers. The definition is in the name. They only go as far as rubbing themselves or at most beating off. They troll the video booths waiting to see action. At times they wanna be in the booth just watching you jerk off. Don't know what it is but they love it. The 2nd type is head masters. They patrol around the booths and it's kinda of territorial because they want to be the one servicing all the guys. They have all the time in the world. They can often get particular.