I'll rely on your discretion. Fine ... No, don't worry. Right. Bye." Problems?" asked Weena."Not really. Just a complication. The Dean wants to see me... Mona says that he wants me to teach. I guess I'm permitted to do that. But we'll see." So do you become 'Director-Professor' or 'Professor-Director'?" Dad laughed."In German, you'd have to throw in Doctor, too." Patrick looked puzzled."How many jobs can you have?" As many as you can carry. Many folks do too many. Then they drop things. Like. Before we married I told Fern about this. She treated it as something that would go away once we were married, and never mentioned it again, no matter how often I referred to it.Then in June things changed dramatically. I'd kept some magazines showing cross dressers, and jerked off with them. I always hid them, until one day when I forgot, and left one on the floor next to our bed. It showed a cross dresser serving a couple, being humiliated and tortured by them. The man in the pictures had a. .." Lisa! How can you talk like that? Oh, God! What has happened?!" her mother cried."What has happened is you condemned me to something you could never do," Lisa spat out. "I couldn't do it, either. I really was ready to kill myself." Then why this?" Roger asked softly, gesturing at her body."A very nice, very caring guy got very upset when I said I would kill myself. He told me about a place I could run away to. I thought that's what I would have to do."But then he kept talking to me about. Except for little brother hanging around. She exiled me to my bedroom! All those hot teenybopper cheerleader friends of her’s…damn, I wanted to watch, but to no avail. I went to my bedroom, climbed in bed, and proceeded to play with myself, closing my eyes and fantasizing I was fucking one of my sister’s friends.I was so involved, did not notice that Mary, one of my sister’s co-cheerleaders, had snuck into my room and was now standing next to my bed watching me pull my wang. She coughed. I.