" "Good girl," she said as she kissed me on the forehead and started thecar. Kevin never bothered me again. Miss Cynthia and I had a wonderful sixmont...s together playing dolls, having tea parties and playing FairyLand. As promised Aunt Joyce bought me lots of very pretty clothes andeven after Miss Cynthia went back to her home in Arizona, I continued todress up and cook and clean and even play with dolls at Aunt Joyce'shouse. Aunt Joyce become Mistress Joyce on my eighteenth birthday, and I. I was still at university and we were meeting two or three times a week. Her marriage was in trouble as her husband knew she was getting fucked somewhere else but he didn't know where. She had really gotten into being very submissive and often went home marked. I will try and tell the stories over the coming months as and when I get time. This one is quite short.We had discussed dogging and Sharon was keen to try but understandably nervous. She took several evening exercise classes so I hatched. I guess I should be glad about that – chances are he might be angry at me right back, and not in the fun way.I should be glad. Instead, I’m fuming.What a goddamn asshole! Can’t even be bothered to come after me. Fuck this dude!I am so damn borderline-irrationally angry, I’m not even sure where I want to go, but since the corridor is unidirectional and all the doors lining it are closed and barred – no doubt my lovely colleagues are celebrating somewhere behind them – I inevitably end up in the. Most were supportive. What did surprise us though, was the obvious lesbian element. Oh, not placard-waving types trying to turn the event into a statement of some sort but genuine country fans who just happened to be lesbian and there were a lot of them.After the ceremony, I had vaguely been aware of a girl who a number of times seemed to be about to approach me. Each time though, I had been called to attend to something or other and I hadn't given it further thought.It was at the reception.