She was a virgin. As her mom told her, "It's your one bargaining chip, don't give it away." She had endured many back seat wrestling matches but had ...eld out. She had learned how to put up a good fight. As Miss Junction City, she would come to need that skill. One by one, her virgin friends fell, but she held out. Her apartment neighbor, Sue, had a similar story. From Joplin, she had won Miss Joplin, lost her folks, moved to Kansas City and retained her virginity. But now they were living in a. If I don't look good, we will both be in bigtrouble. I am scared Sissie."I moved Lester to my mirror and he saw what he looked like for thefirst time. As is typical with most sissies who have never seenthemselves fully made up, he was shocked. He definitely loved the lookand he looked very pretty but it's like meeting a new person for thefirst time. He was more interested in exploring his looks than reactingto them.Finally, he said, "I look pretty good don't I Sissie?" Yes, you do and obviously. The idea itself didn't hold a lot of interest for her, but anything that would help her recover from her discomfort was welcome."I know it. Thought the animals knew something was going to happen before it did. This proves it." I see," she said. A smile flitted over her features. She was worried about her reaction to the quake and he was caught up in the goats. Sure, his arm had moved to hold her, but he hadn't even noticed. She noticed though. The warmth of his manly chest pressing against her. She slammed her hands down on my desk. “Get out your list boss, I’ve got a prime stallion for your stable.” “Name?” I asked, pulling out a pad. “Greg Samson. He’s hung like a tree… with branches.” “Well we’ll have to see about that. How did you come by this info?” “First hand boss… He’s my new sex-toy.” “Can’t you just say boyfriend?” “Don’t be old fashioned! So will it help?” I sighed. “I can’t use the information unless I can confirm it. That’s a condition for me to get paid for.