“Now get dressed.” I commanded. She scrambled to assemble herself as best she could before I shoved her back into the car. I threw the blanket in ...he trunk and the tape recorder in the glove box. I drove her back to her house in total silence. When we arrived she quickly tried to open the door. I grabbed her wrist causing her to jolt. “Go inside, clean yourself off, and throw away your underwear. Or else.” She shook her head furiously before practically sprinting inside.The next day I was. "I hid her in the root cellar."The girl looked up at me, eyes tear stained. She swallowed. "I could hear them raping her," she said, "their feet kicking the floor right over my head. She screamed and screamed." Just the officers poked me, a pair of 'em," the woman said, looking away and sniffing. "Their men were out there stealing everything." Redcoats?" I asked, enjoying the girl's blue eyes and soft body with my gaze. I wondered if she was still a virgin. It's truly shameful how my mind works. “OK, Princess—Now you know something about Homosexuality. Not everybody wants everybody else to know they ‘are’ homosexuals, so those who are keeping it to themselves are called ‘in the closet’ or ‘closeted’ meaning they live their lives, but keep their sexual orientation to themselves, for personal reasons.”“Those who gain confidence in their sexuality, will decide to let people know that they’re gay or lesbian, so they will—Everybody say it with me, ‘Come Out of the Closet.’”“Kalista—people. A yellow spot with crust was in the center. I placed them to my nose and inhaled. The musky scent of a woman filled my nostrils and my cock leapt against the restraints of my jeans. I slowly unbuckled my belt savoring the heavy aroma that lingered deep in my nostrils. Popping each button open on my jeans my cock bounced with each heartbeat of blood pumping through it. The precum leaking heavily from the tip I wiped it to the small sensitive underside of the head and began to circle it around.