? The material was snug,contoured to her lines like a second skin. Behind her the garment came onlyhalf way up her back, leaving her upper back and he... shoulders bare and showingoff the strength of her upper body and arms. Her hair had been pulled back intoa pony-tail bound with a thick braid, and the tiara taken from her days ago wasreplaced now with a long yellow headband with a red star and long ties hangind down? the side of her head.? Leather greaves covered her arms from wristto elbow,. She turned and looked at me. “What’s that?” I asked. “There are only three hours this whole weekend where everyone has to participate together. Dad started this three years ago and to be honest everyone thought it was a bad idea, but he was right. From now until lunch we have game time. Just keep an open mind and have fun!” She gave me a kiss and took me by the hand and we joined the rest of the f****y in the main room. No one had on a stitch of clothing! The games began with us dividing into. Social selection. There’d be regular ass-kickings. Kids in the hallways kicked, punched from behind. Group beatings in bathrooms. Faces in toilets. Faces slammed into lockers. Wedgies. Purple nurples. Ears flicked. Seats yanked out.We rarely participated in such barbarism or fought or picked on others, but we would fight back when necessary, and we’d mostly lose, catch a beatdown.Because we were fags.Spazzes. Weirdos. Kids with fucked up haircuts, kids who wore out of fashion clothes, shopped. Ireally wanted to get under that skin.So this is what Richard was doing every other night. Eating in fancyrestaurants with beautiful women in expensive clothes and fucking theirbrains out. And getting paid for it: The lucky devil! Maybe they onlyhired gay men to make sure they didn't do anything untoward. All I wantedto do to Becky was untoward. Her scent lingered in the air as I took adrink of wine and stared out the window. I could get used to this.Her return was as good, if not better than.