On my side, I had an easy time responding to your demand for poetry by searching for and then cutting and pasting back to you nicely paced deliveries ...f rhymes from the lines from songs found on the internet as a sort of reconstruction of what might have been a poem ignited by the passions of our messaging. Even when you caught on to my plaigerism, you were so kind as to reward me for sharing a love for your favorite songs! Exchanging messages with you scripting our future love making was the. Typically it would show something like "Carole (11)--Josh 10-4", which meant that I was supposed to be in charge of the entertainment and activities of an eleven year old female guest from the hours of ten that morning until four in the afternoon. What it really meant was that I got stuck baby sitting some spoiled brat kid while mom and dad went horseback riding or fishing or cave exploring, typically an all day side trip. I have nothing in common with ten year old girls, nor eleven, nor twelve. Ashley fell to her knees and grabbed him around his legs. "Please,Ethan...change us back!" she cried. Ethan looked down at her and laughed. "No fuckin way! I love being aguy, and soon you'll love being a woman." He pulled away and left, closing the door behind her as she sobbed. Chapter 7After a few minutes, Ashley got up locked her door. She began to searchher memory and a flood of information swept through her mind. While sherealized that she now knew much of. Her father had been a rival to the man now holding her leash and the memory of being forced to suck her father off as they killed him would always haunt the deepest depths of her repressed mind. He pulled her leash and enjoyed the look of utter shame on her face as she was forced to crawl like a dog. He led her to a wooden stocks with three holes cut into the surface that would keep her hands and neck in place. It was a tight fit at an uncomfortable angle and it prevented her from seeing what.