He said it wouldn't go on for much longer but he had to make sure they were nice and sensitive...I lay on the bed...he went to the wardrobe and got ou... a skirt hanger, you know the type with a 2 clips on, I just lay there on my back as he clipped my poor sore nipples into it...he told me to stand...he pulled on the hanger...pulling my breasts out....it hurt and it felt like they here getting pulled down, he must have noticed this to...he removed the clips saying he didn't want them to. Standing near the bar I looked around, my date would be masked as well, but I would recognise him by his outfit. Praying that there weren't two men in the same clothes I looked around again then breathed in sharply as I spotted him. He was tall, dressed in a tuxedo with a long dark cape flowing from his shoulders; his mask was the same as that worn in the musical 'The Phantom of the Opera'. My costume was as near as I could get to the heroine's from the same musical; ironically the music from. ”“Yes, Sir, a bit too close to home for me.”“Ah, I see. Well, er, I ... joined over a ... man ... a teacher at school ... who abused and confused me.”I’d known men in the Army that had a “certain preference”, the worst of them praying on innocent boys and weak men. When discovered, whether they were guilty instigators or shamefaced victims, their lives became nightmares. It took a leap of bravery ... or innocence ... by the Lieutenant, to own up to such abuse to someone like me, a common. . you really think that I don’t care what happens to you? Damn it, Charles, you’re my SON ... of course, I care! Have I really made you feel hated in your own home to that extent?”“They’re no sisters of mine, and yes, you have! I was seriously looking into the military or police as a way of getting out of this place. Hell, if the French Foreign Legion had recruiters nearby, I’d have at least given them a decent hearing. I just ... felt hated, worthless, useless, unloved, unwanted, yes, that.