She wanted to show them a woman could take it and now she was losing the battle against a chemical in her blood?She tried to fight it, she wanted to f...ght it and yet every fiber of her body screamed and burned for more. She barely noticed that she was throwing up, and nearly choked on the bitter tasting bile. Just as she was about to give up and think of suicide, she felt a presence.It was not one of her captors. It was not Egill. It was something very familiar, someone she should know but. Just go away! I'm not a faggot, I'm a Man!" I blubbered, in the unmanly way.But he would have none of it. "You don't look like a man dressed like that," he sneered, "but if you are a man pull down those sweet panties of yours and show me. NOW!" he snapped.Nervously I fumbled with the lacy garment and did as he bid. Luckily I had fastened the garter straps under my panties so I had no trouble displaying my manhood. I don?t know if I was as much embarrassed by the fact that I was bring forced to. She drove over to pick the girl up in her Mercedes. She wished she hadn't stop smoking seven years ago. She needed one right at that moment to calm her. Her hands were shaking as she pulled off Lake Shore Drive to pick her secret love up.Danielle was chatting with the black doorman and both were laughing at something said that both seemed to find funny to them. She had her hair up, two locks on each side of the face, a silky grey full length gown with matching opera gloves over her thin arms. Something to stop him before he destroyed all that she had created. Something to restore the balance. She felt the tightness in her throat as the resolve welled up in her belly like magma collecting beneath a volcano. Death and destruction never came easy to her. But sometimes they were necessary. To restore balance. And she feared this was one of those times. Her mind filed through the options. The earth was such a delicate eco-system. There were literally hundreds if not thousands of ways.