When Maria was sixteen the police came to her home and murdered her father and then took her away to prison without cause. I came to know Maria throug... my sister Fiona. Fiona is a nun from a convent administered by the Sisters of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary. Well, Fiona just happened to be doing missionary work in Mexico City when she heard of dear Maria's plight. Using connections she had through the church Fiona somehow managed to get Maria out of that prison and eventually into the. "I know baby. I'm sorry I kept secrets from you but I didn't want to risk freaking you out". I was pretty fucking freaked out at that moment, but she spoke to me soothingly, gave me lots of kisses, rubbed my shoulders and reminded me how much she loves me. I felt a little bit infantilized by this combination of humiliation, control, and affection. It was both uncomfortable and hypnotizing. I felt trapped, yet safe. Why was my girlfriend going to to such lengths to make me more girly? Don't. It was early in the morning around four that one set of sentries alerted us to intruders coming onto the airport property. David acknowledged them and we went outside to investigate. They weren't bad at it but we were noticeably better at sneaking. We were close enough to listen when one of them said, "There's the plane. They have to be somewhere."I quietly said, "We are right here." They froze in place. "Drop your weapons. I think we'll have a little talk, guys. However, if you shout or try to. She usually found his male tomcat antics amusing for some reason. His longish blond hair hadn't been cut in awhile, but today it was fashioned in this chic feminine topknot, like a saucy chick in a 1980's ponytail style. Her favoured rascal and party boy was looking silly as a perky college girl in front of her door tonight - wearing skimpy lavender shorts and a black halter top cross-strapped girly around his neck. Quite the leggy femme lover-boy standing dazed at her door with.