"James, Saturdaynight, you just really took playing Sarah serious, don't worry aboutit. I know you love Cara and will be with her." Dillon it is not a...out if I am gay. I cannot be gay, for I am notJames. I am Sarah.I was not playing Sarah at all. I was her. I started down the long roadof being able to present myself as her, as much as I need to. Ischeduled a meeting with Center for Counseling and PsychologicalServices for this Thursday.I wanted to tell you yesterday, but there was really no. I’ll let you know if I see something.” She grabbed his hand and they continued strolling through the vendors.After about an hour and a half, they had visited all the stalls. Mary had seen two works she thought would fit in at Roger’s house. She led him back to the stall with the first prospect. The artist, Pierre Leung, painted female silhouettes on black backgrounds. Each painting featured a silhouette of a female figure facing in a certain direction. Depending on the perspective of the piece,. Kerry was her name, his was Ben. They asked about us, were we a threesome, friends or what? They seemed intrigued as to how our relationship worked and asked if we only had sex with each other or if we might invite others.They let us know they had an open relationship and were both bisexual. We chatted for some time before they asked us to join them at their bungalow. When we arrived, we all showered in the outside shower to wash off the beach sand. Ben was still erect when we started to. Megan had never seen anything like it before. It was like a small paddle, yet flexible, like a leather belt. Pete smacked it into his palm once and it made a sharp little crack that sounded like a pistol shot. He moved forward, going down on one leg right before Erika’s outstretched loins, and lifted the leather sap.In seconds Megan understood the nature of this next punishment. While the spanking had covered a broad section of Erika’s body, the sap was designed to punish just one small.