So a lot of the character development came from my personal desire to prove to the world that I am not just some breast-obsessed pervert. I mean, I AM...one, but I am so much more than that.Jazz Improvisational WritingWhen I decided to write this essay, one of the things I wanted to point out was the fact that I really didn't think of The Quiet Ones as a story. It's more of a sketchbook, a writing playground, or a literary sandbox. Specifically the way the story grew was I wrote Chapter One with. ”“Yes, that was wrong. I’ll try not to do that again.”Nana patted my hand and then squeezed it. “You’re a good girl. Your schooling is much too important to throw away. I had to fight like billy-o just to get to school. Things are much easier for you, these days. You’re even getting to go to college one day a week. At your age? Who ever heard of such a thing? I’m wracked with jealousy. If you waste that opportunity, I’ll take my walking stick to your backside.”I smiled at her. “Nana, you don’t. Sarina at first was put-off by my crossdressing but after a few years she got more and more involved. To the point that we would go out as girlfriends, or I'd be her "barbie doll" and she would pick out my clothes or decide what make-up to wear stuff like that. I noticed though after several years she was really getting into being very dominant and very bossy while I was dressed.Sarina caught me having an affair and planned her revenge, after talking things over, I knew that financially I would. She unbuttoned my trousers and slid her hand inside to grab hold of my cock and pulled it out. I grew instantly between her fingers as her thumb was rubbing the head of my erection. Her grip is firm, yet playful sliding up and down. “Please…” escaped my lips.“No, not yet Marcus…” was her response as she was stroking me on the cable car mostly covered by glass. In my mind, I begged for her lips to grab me but I had to settle for a tease. A very public tease with my throbbing cock enjoying the.