" I do remember having to dress your suture lines as you got better," shereplied. "You really just gritted your teeth when I applied theantiseptic lot...on everyday." At that time I really felt I was going mad with the pain. If I'd knownit was going to hurt so bad I'd probably never have gone through with it.Though when I'd had that kind of major surgery there wasn't anything Icould do except grit my teeth and endure it. Then when I'd recovered andhealed up Mom had already made plans for the next. She found her clit, she was only going to have a little play, just to pass the time, but the more she played the better it felt, the harder she rubbed, soon she had two fingers in her while her thumb rubbed frantically on her sweet bud. She reminded herself to open her eyes, not to get carried away; she was still on school grounds, on a picnic bench out in the open. She thought she saw something to her left, someone watching but when she turned no one was there. A little thrill she hadn’t. The belief that he was willfully distracting her was written in binary across her face. He brought up ‘shiver’ briefly in his head. It was from Middle English, and his preferred definition was ‘To quiver or vibrate, as by the force of the wind.’ He had finished section ten with seventeen minutes to spare before their screens were locked and they could no longer make corrections. He would entertain himself for the remaining time, he didn’t need to look over his work. He knew it was perfect.. During that time I began to see myself as less masculine and finding that I enjoyed the thought of being submissive towards masculine men. I developed an addiction to sissy pornography, even going so far as to wear her clothes and makeup. I lost the ability to become erect for her and that sparked the end of our relationship. I was on my own again and racked with depression and guilt becoming more determined to purge any of these desires from my life. Time went on and I had more or less gotten.