Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other h...nd, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question. We had a little boy and two years later a little girl."She looked down to check the shine on her Justin's but I knew it was more than that.She continued, "Then one night he was coming home a big semi with a load of hay blew a tire and hit him head on." With a tear in her eye, she added, "Damn it all — it was so quick. He was there one day and then ... gone. I never got to say goodbye to him. I took over the business — I had been doing the paperwork anyway — and I still run it."I've taken it. May be back me up at times.I would stick to my limits,I would love to sleep with you but only if you wished for it,I would not force myself on you,I would feel blessed getting away with a tight hug or fondling your boobs and that famed ass of yours.And yes if you feel uncomfortable,you are free to let it known to me.Thats it.You see there's an honor among thieve and this would be our little secret an agreement.Me: I thought it was n't that horrible,that I had imagined and accepted his. Chewing my straw lost in thought, I wondered which category I had fallen into, clingy or if I had been charged with misuse of the ‘L’ word, or maybe both. ‘Hmmm,’ I replied not knowing what else to say. I could empathize with the women. He was a blessing and a curse, a pleasant dream and an unyielding nightmare. I waited in silence for him to continue. ‘I guess,’ he said with a sigh, ‘I’m not relationship material. I really feel that I am better off alone.’ I felt an anger welling up inside of.