Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and it would go through like hot wire through butter. Y...u do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a. “Davey! I love you and number ten! Number ten is the sweetest reason, Baby! You make me feel sooooo special, and I love you more than you’ll ever know!” she cried happily as she dove on me, dragging me underwater while kissing me at the same time.We both surfaced in a sea of bubbles, her legs were entwined with mine, and her arms were clutched around my back as she kissed me as thoroughly as I had ever been kissed.Treading water and kissing at the same time takes a lot of effort! We broke the. I finished my wine and left the glass there for a second. “Well, John, are you going to fill my glass?” I cut the smile.He fell all over himself filling it. He didn’t pour it right and he was so awkward. But he didn’t spill any.“We’ll have to work on that John.”I smiled, “It’s a mistake to expect perfection in the beginning though, don’t you think John?”“Yes. I don’t know….”“That’s painfully obvious, John, you simply don’t know. That’s all right though, ignorance is curable by direction. I still call myself a sissy, even as of today. In the evening, I was always dolled up like a woman. But, during the day, I was nothing but a boy. I said boy, because I felt effeminate around other men. I am fit, but slim and feminine. I never went to school or to work as a girl, because I was afraid. Surprisingly, I never had a problem going out at night or meeting men dressed up like a girl, like a true sissy. I really wanted to be ‘out’ and be myself all day long. I was tired of being a boy.