He laid a hand across my bottom. 'Still a little red after last night,' he said. 'We have started something here, haven't we?'His hand smoothed my bot...om, slowly, seductively covering every square inch. I was aching for him to start. What was he waiting for? I tensed as the hand lifted, then gasped as it smacked across both cheeks. The stinging followed immediately; not as sharp and immediate as the belt, but every bit as exciting. The next was harder, and the crisp sound of the Smack! was loud. I checked my watch; it showed it was 2.28, so I decided to wait a few minutes, trying to figure out what to say to her? When I did go into the bookstore, it was exactly 2.30, I discovered Amy reading a book in the coffee shop area at the back of the shop. The book she was reading, I myself had just recently finished, so I thought it would be a good conversation starter, a common interest. As I stood watching, a little nervous about what to say to her, I noticed she seemed distracted, having. Tabi vo chounk gayi or boli ki main kiya samjau tumeh.or apna shareer dheela shod ke kahane laggi na to hamari shadi ho sakti hai or na hi iss rishte ka koyi fayida hoga.agar kisi ko pata chal gayia to hum dhono hi khatam..or bedroom me aa gayi..mujhe kaha tum jao..maine kaha ki iska matlab mai har roj tumeh dekh dekh pagal ho jau or mar jau to vo chup rahi.Maine usko apni or kheencha or kaha meri taraf dekho.usne dekha to maine uske maathe par kiss kar diya to vo mujhse shootne laggi.or mujhe. I would be the laughing stock of the school. My brain finally reached operating speed. Fifteen dollars an hour after taxes was five times what I could make flipping burgers, if I could even get a job. But I would have to look and act like a girl. The clothes made me feel pretty. But I was a GUY.Under duress, I signed the contract, which she had witnessed by four of the salesgirls. By nine that evening, I was crippled from the boots, and wondered if I would ever be able to take a deep breath.