”“Sure. Tomorrow? Wednesday?”“Wednesday would be good. Lauren has a day off tomorrow and we’d planned to go shopping in London. Unless you w...nt to join us for that?”“Not on your life. Girls and shopping. Not my thing.”“Okay. Wednesday then. Give me a call in the morning to tell me what time you’re picking me up.”She went inside, and I got back in the car. Emily smiled at me before driving back to my house. I might have been reading her wrong, but there was something in that smile. I’m sure. After we had finished, she'd looked at me lovingly and told me that we could never do that again. I'd given her my best puppy dog look and she'd laughed and the melancholy mood had broken.Why couldn't I relive scenes like that, I whined to myself. Fuck being vomited over, beaten up, bruised shoulders and dislocated elbows, where was the hot 'n' heavy sex? After I'd had my little rant, I noticed that the blackness was definitely less all encompassing. I wondered about this, did it signal the end. Seven vehicles lined the entrance, two of which had their headlights shining into the opened barn door with a large gap between them for the guest of honor. I pulled into the center, flashing the lights to alert them of our arrival. The large bon fire roared to the back near the opposite doorway and all the guys were sitting in a semi-circle watching as two of our member beat the hell out of each other.Our group also is a fight club and we use any method to fight, including martial arts, and. "It's an on-line site called Story Mania or something like that. There're somestories about sissies like ours having to do stuff with each other, likewhat we've been making these two pansies do, but then they go further.Sometimes this one writer calls them 'sissy sisters' and he has theircheating wives --" She looked significantly at Barb. " -- and thewives' boyfriends --" She grinned at Frank and Tony. " -- tell themthey have to get really down and dirty with each other." Ohhh," Barb.