"Oh, shit a boy?" Sarah was catching on. "Like you?" Like her! God!" Tricia giggled. "What a trip!" They got a phone or something, like if I get lost ... can call?" I asked Purdy, and then looked at Tricia. "I don't think he's gonna be like me." But your Master's kind of a fag anyway, huh?" Venus asked."He's queer, yeah." I shrugged. "But not like all the time." He can't be all the time," Sara said. "He'd get arrested." Just with me," I agreed."Shit! That ain't being queer." Purdy grinned at me.. 'Boss' is probably a tin-can, but who knows?By withholding food and warmth, it forces us, mere fragile squishyhumans, to mine into the damned mountain. Pure madness. Me and the ladsthink this is supposed to be some sort of work-correctional facility, butnobody seems to be corrected before they die. It's all XY-sausages-only,too. Maybe there's laws somewhere against this sort of places beingmixed-sex, but my guess is that Boss doesn't want its humans to be toosquishy, save for the bare minimum. Once I got home my mother waxed the hair from my pussy an ass. Then she and my grandmother left. My mother ‘s last words to her virgin daughter was Put on the baby blue bra and thong and walk into the living room and kneel on the floor, “Don’t look in his eyes”I dressed as told and stood in my bedroom for almost an hour. It never occurred to me to pack my things and run away. I can’t say way, but I knew I had to do this, this was my life, this was who I was raised to be, my father’s sex. That whole night I was thinking about nazia, next day I just give her a call and said I am near to ur school should I pick her up, she agreed and we went to a restaurant for lunch, she said can we again start sharing poetry I said sure, but we need a peace full place for that she said her flat is very quite and since she stay alone all day, so any day after lunch we can meet. But I put one condition on her when I came to ur flat u must look very beautiful, so that by seeing ur beauty we can.