There were thousands of hits. There were women's names, sure. But therewere photos of men in Hello Kitty dresses, photos of men kissing theboots of wo...en, photos of men dressed as maids. There were captionedphotos, and cartoons, and stories. There were men serving women. Therewere men with other men's dicks in their mouths. There were men inwedding dresses.This was a sissy? This was what Chastity had accused me of being?I felt flush. I felt, well, aroused. I saw the pictures of men vacuumingand. ’ ‘And how many time since then have you…’ ‘This is…would have been, the fourth time.’ ‘You little slut!’ Sarah started to cry but Trish didn’t care. ‘You’ve been knocking off your best friend’s middle aged, pot bellied, hairy barely hygienic father. What would Jenna say?’ ‘She’d hate me. She will hate me’ cried Sarah the tears streaming down her face. ‘No, Sarah,’ sighed Trish, ‘she won’t’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well Jenna isn’t even my daughter, and, well I’m not going to tell her. Harry can. Her hair was done in pigtails, but with bright red ribbon. The navy shoes had three inch crimson heels. Matching it all was fire engine red lipstick. In fact...I stopped dead. Christine was dressed in imitation of a high school girl, but looked mid twenties. Damn, she was hot. The impudent expression was perfect for the saucy outfit. Once again, I reminded myself that this was the Maid of Honor and a noted practical joker. You overlooked Christine at your peril.Francine noticed me stopping.. ”i could just manage a nod but this time in acceptance..she said ” thnx !, i promise you i’ll make your first ime very special !, very special”i was looking at her in greedy astonishment but she stood up and moved out of the room…i thought, oh god, was this some kind of test of my character….if yes then i hv failed badly…fuck shit…if it wasn’t a test then why she would walk out of the room like that…i was thinking that she wud start having me after that talk between us…i kept sitting there for.