I no longer felt the insecurities about my body that had plagued me throughout my life. I was free to be sexy with him and I let him define what appea...ed to his senses without dissent or defiance. Of course, at first, I was a little hesitant, but only internally. I complied with his wishes, indulged his desire to see me in things I would never have even considered before because he rewarded me with approving smiles and incredible passion. He constantly wanted me and I really really loved being. It makes no claims to be impartial, or evencivil, but is totally unfair and unbalanced- in the take-no-prisonersspirit of the late Hunter S. Thompson. Conservatives with high bloodpressure should probably read no further...This literary tidbit is not a criticism of conservatism per se; but onlyof one particular pack of thieving, duplicitious, short-sighted, power-mad, Constitution-raping neocon jackals who are no more conservativesthan Charlie Manson was a hippie. And oh... in no way is. But now he has left you like this, doing God knows what in the kitchen. You hear a flush and realize that after all the beer you drank earlier, you have to go as well. In fact, as you think about it you become more desperate. He comes back with a smile on his face knowing full well your predicament. You growl at him, “I have to go!” He smiles. He swings a bandanna in his hand with a playful smile and then wraps it around your mouth, not too tight, but clear there is to be no talking back. You. The sound of their high heels on the wooden floors and the sight of their sheer nylon stockingswould mean a hard session. The men were bad enough. But the women ran the place they were strict and I would say all sadists.This was my second day in the reformatory. It was 9am I had the morning shower.And breakfast. Was dressed in the mandatary day uniform. This being white shirt tie tight regulation black knickers. Over these super skin tight stretchy white cotton shorts. These did not hide.