Again, there was no answer. I knocked loudly, with no result, and I was finally turning to leave when I heard a window go up and Mindy’s voice calli...g out, “Who is it?”The front door was set into a kind of brick projection surmounted by a miniature, slate-covered saddle roof. The upstairs window, blocked by the mini-roof, wasn’t visible from the stoop. To see Mindy while I shouted up at her, I had to stand on the front walk.“Paper boy!” I called out. I took a leaping stride off the bottom step,. .. She dresses me in women'slingerie, dresses and high heels, and has promised that my penis willnever be in her again. She brought home some breast forms and glue. Sheglued to me on me the other might as we were going through her wisheson how I was to dress, and do my hair (wig), and do my make-up. She hasbought a vibrator for me to hold in my mouth when she wants penetrationfrom me. She has started calling me "limp dick loser". She has promisedto tattoo that right above my penis.After. The water’s fine.”Donna said, “No bathing suit.”“Just wear your undies. No one will care. We can throw them in the dryer later.”Donna stood and shed the opaque cover she’d been wearing, really one of Dave’s dress shirts with long tails that came to mid-thigh on the shorter woman. She was left in the microscopic thong she’d arrived at the party wearing the night before. The men’s eyes all flared with lust as she walked over to the edge of the pool. Despite being in her forties, Donna was. They were all yearning to see my nubile body. I saw the looks of the men when we walked in, each waiting to see me strut and strip on stage.It was time for me to be a slut.I strolled out, bright stage lights in my eyes, the men dark shadows, cheering, clapping, crowding the stage thrusting out into the hall. I cast my gaze around, looking for Daddy as I reached the middle. I stood confident, one hand on my hip which I cocked to the side. A nervous flutter went through me. Where was Daddy? I.