’ She dragged me into the now empty car, hitting the button for the top floor. ‘Don’t be chicken. Live dangerously.’ Live dangerously? But liv...ng dangerously was exactly what had got me into my current predicament… ‘No–you don’t understand,’ I gulped as the doors closed, my stomach lurching as we began to rise. ‘I’m not being chicken, really I’m not. It’s just–oh God–‘ If this had been a movie, this would’ve been the part where I hit the bright red ‘STOP’ button, the lift creaking to an abrupt. ”That was just the first morning. The next morning as soon at dad’s car left, here she came again. She had already taken her pill. She came in with a new pink nightie that left her half naked. A tiny top barely covering her ’no bra’ tits, and tiny little panties. She spun around for me to admire it, and her. She laid on top of me again and started that moan talk again. “You liked that, mmmmm, didn’t you Johnny. I can feel your erection under me.I need your help.I need to be masturbated bad.. A huge red purse...abeacon to all that I'm not the man of the house.The din grows louder, the room grows hotter, the crowd gets bigger, thespot light gets brighter. My emasculation on display for everyone to see.I fight back tears as I stare at her purse. My testicles are in thispurse. I'm a man...I'm not a man...a thing. I should kick Mr. Stanton'sass, he could throw me over a table and rape me and there would benothing I could do about it; he's so big, so strong. Everyone staring atme holding. He sighed and shut down the system.Paul and Sue Burgess were a nice young couple in their early thirties. Like many couples their age, they had reached point in their life where they were considering that it was time to start a family. Paul worked as a systems admin for a small company. Sue worked as an accountant at a local hospital. They were close to paying off their college loans, and were looking forward to the financial relief that elimination of a major debt would provide.In what had.