It was a real smile too, not contrived. Despite her other problems, she was a happy young woman.She had long, straight, sandy blond hair that was very...blond in the summer time, and gorgeous powder blue eyes. Her eyes were nearly as expressive as Dee's blues. She was your typical southern California surfer girl that every guy dreams of meeting some day; she is a serious walking wet dream.Mine was being offered on a silver platter. While Julie and I talked with our eyes, the activity didn't go. Causing my life to turn upside down and make me hate life as well as myself. I can't even believe in myself anymore. I've lost the desire to create and bring laughter to others. I can't bring myself to want anything, to hope or even love.I don't deserve love anyway, not even love for myself. I did a horrible thing to someone else and deserve to suffer for it. Coincidentally, I've found a perfect way to do that. Sexual humiliation has become something I am rather good at taking and being used. This house was so massive that there were strategic intercoms placed throughout. I decided to give it a try and startled myself as I heard my voice squawk out everywhere at once; it sounded much louder than I’d expected. I asked everyone to meet up in the breakfast nook, although calling it a ‘chamber’ would be more apt for its size.I continued whistling as I lumbered down the wide golden oak staircase that led from the second floor down to the main. Smaller staircases at either end of the. Not my idea of a fun time.Jennifer asked, "Do you know your dress, shoe, panty or bra size?"I said, "I do not know my dress or shoe size and I will not wear a bra orpanties, I will wear my briefs and a tee-shirt, you can add what you needover that."Jennifer looked at Betty, both nodded and said, "We can work with that."Nancy had to stop me, and said, "I knew you were hiding something."I asked, "Do you want me to continue?"She said, "Of course, I need to know. You agreed to my terms and this.