Some have good breasts, some have good behinds. The race is long, and, in the end, it's only with yourself (and/or your Dominatrix).Remember complimen...s you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell the butch dyke next to you how.Keep your psych's referral letters. Throw away your endocrinologist's bills.Do yoga.Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know learned what to do with their life at 22 from a good dominatrix.. He was already ten minutes late. He turned a sharp corner and all of a sudden collided with someone coming in the other direction. His bag went flying, spilling out the entirety of its contents on to the floor.The embarrassment of that alone would have been bad enough but at the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather handcuffs which, along with the rest of the bahs contents, were now scattered across the floor. Absolutely mortified he turned around to see who he had walked into. It was. "Really? What if I had asked you to fuck me?" Mom asked.I cleared my throat. I honestly hadn't come up with a solution for that. Emma laughed. She had known the entire plan, and saw the look of astonishment on my face. She stood up."Well?" She asked as she walked around the table."He didn't have a plan for that one." Emma said."Oh really?" Mom said.She stopped behind me, and gave me a hug from behind."You two have been so wonderful about this. I'm sorry I kept this from you so long." Mom said. A few minutes later, John walked over to me and asked the obvious question."Rob, I thought you said that Julie was with your daughters. I see Becky, but where... You're the father aren't you?"I nodded."That's why you've been taking care of them."Again, I just nodded."I don't know whether to hit you or hug you." Well, before you start the hitting part, you might want to talk to your daughter about how it happened. The little minx set me up." Ahh. Really. I might just have to do that."The rest of.