I've read your entire diary on the computer and I'm fascinated by whatyou wrote. But I also have some reservations."I said in a subdued voice, "I'm s...rry, honey. I should have... Wecould..."My wife held up her plumpish hand, palm toward me, and said, "Before yousay anything else, you should hear me out." She gave me a moment torespond and, when I didn't, continued, "I have a proposal for you. Wecan stay married and I'll be happy to fulfill your dream..." I waselated to hear that,. She had graduated from law school Summa Cum Laude and had made Law Review. She was not used to being embarrassed in her profession. It was eating at her and she needed to do something distract her from dwelling on it.Meagan picked up the phone and dialed her husband’s cell phone number. 'He’ll talk me down,' she thought, 'He always knows the right thing to say.' Meagan waited impatiently as the phone continued to ring and ring until, finally, her husband’s phone went to his voicemail. “Damn!”. . dressing up incorsets, mincing and kissing... Miss M. was quite innocent and delicateinside... but sometimes Mr. M. came out and that could be a littlescary because Mr. M. was ruthless and knew exactly what he (yes, he)wanted... but that was okay with me because, well, I'm pretty receptiveto other people's needs and desires, and if Mr. M. wanted to be Miss M.and they both wanted me to be part of all that... well, I could strapon a dildo and act like a boy if I had to...But when he was Mr. M.,. He came back the next day and asked why we were still there. Momma told him we had nowhere to go.He took her aside and said to her that the only way we could stay is if she married him. Four weeks later it happened. We moved into his big house. Being the only child with red hair he said I had to either dye it brown like his or keep my head shaved. The red hair angered him because, he said, it proved I was not his.I heard rumors that after I turned eighteen I was to join him in his bed.I.