" Charles and I looked at each other and nodded.I said, "Which one of you wants to be first?"One of them said, "To die or to talk?" He was the one who...had bowed his head.I replied, "You can always die. This will be your chance to talk."He said, "I'll go."I said, "Fine. Follow us." We walked him away a good hundred feet behind some old vehicles. I leaned against a car and said, "Why should you go on living?"He said, "My name is Jim Andrews. In Chattanooga, you join a gang or die. Ben was our. She had dithered when it came to writing her name on the documents.There was no way any airline was going to take seriously an applicationfrom a girl named 'Candi Pops'.Candace Pops!That's it! That would be her name.She posted the envelopes the next day and spent the rest of the weekrefining her look, practicing walking, posture, gestures and voice.Perfecting her feminine psyche and feminine physique until it all becameintrinsic. She ventured out every day so that being out and aboutenfemme. I sat there next to June and so I thought I better ask her to dance. It was one of the old country slow songs. So when we got to dance floor I didn’t want to seem to forward so I held at arms length, well she changed that and brought me in close to her, which naturally I didn’t object to. She was dancing very seductive so I kinda used my leg and pressed it to her crotch which I could tell she liked.After the dance was over we sat back down and a few minutes went by and I felt a hand on my left. The blood was flowing and spreading evenlythroughout them. It felt warm. It felt good. But more than that therewas a feeling of vulnerability which came over Leanne as she realizedthat her long held secret desire to be spanked was about to be realized. Her vulnerability was not in the physical sense, for she felt that herass no longer belonged to her but to her Dom. No, she felt vulnerablebecause of the exposure of her soul. There was no place to run to, noplace to hide. The raw tightly strung.