She saw me and recognized me from our picture sharing. She walked right to me and picked up my cocktail and finished it off. Then she grabbed the back...of my head and kissed my full on the mouth. I tasted my whiskey on her tongue."I've wanted that for so long" she had a throaty whisper. She took my hand and led me to the elevator.We held hands as she took me to her floor. My hand let go and slipped under her skirt. I cupped her full ass and found she was not wearing panties. She shifted and. "Actually," continued the old woman, "I'll be really sorry when it's over. Made a nice change from the usual whippings, beheadings and such. And, of course, he's a very lucky man. If he was a commoner they'd have publicly castrated 'im."Miranda had no idea what that meant, but was too afraid to ask. However, it gave rise to a terrible thought: "The serving maid - she must have been a commoner; did they castrate her?" Oh my Lord, dearie," cackled the old woman, "bless your heart, no, they didn't. Come on... look at you... there's nothing 'manly'about you at all. So, my first reaction to seeing those pictures was, Iadmit, shock and I guess I felt a little like a trick had been played onme. You know, like I'd been somehow duped by all of you guys, but... themore I thought about it, the more I realized that... I mean, cripes, weall change as we go through life and discover who we really are. Right?Donnie... I guess I'm just happy that you figured all of that out, andMitch... if you and. I don’t know if it was because Mr. Crete was by far the most handsome teacher in the school, or if news just traveled slowly to the girls. However early in September, we were at a party with a bunch of girls from our class and the subject of Mr. Crete came up. They commented that he was always so fresh smelling in English class. I laughed and said that soap and water have that effect. The there was this moment of silence as my comment was sinking in with the girls.“Wait a second,” Ashley.