I would do an hour of ground school followed by three hours airborne in a Beagle Pup. By the time my 17th birthday rolled around in March, I would hav... more than enough hours logged for my license.Brian Trubshaw, BAC’s chief test pilot, was spending a fortnight in London, staying at a swanky hotel at our expense. I’d met him several times, got on well with him, and he proved to be a great teacher. Having already flown a glider solo, it wasn’t a huge jump to fly powered. Takeoffs were exciting,. I bent down, drained the goblet, andremained standing, defiantly passive. The baron whispered to hischamberlain, and the men left the room. I was alone with astrong man who had declared he wanted my maidenhead. For thefirst time, perhaps, anger was replaced by fear. By now, the room was getting dark, with only the glow of thebrazier and two rushlights. The baron reclined on his great bed,while I stoodwhere the armorer had left me, unmoving except toshiver. I could not know how much. ... most times without seeing another human being. But this year we didn't get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long, I'd looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She's an attractive woman but I'd never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don't get me wrong though because, like most boys,. I had one on ones and gangs bangs almost every day. The guards saw I was not going to be good for anything but being a sex toy and didn't even bother to give me a regular job to do. Some of the inmates started sneaking in girls clothes for me and eventually I didn't even have to dress up in the prison outfits. I walked around in drag all the time. Then they got hormones for me and I started taking them. My breasts and hips started filling out. Saline injections made my tits even bigger. I.