It had always been the same with her. Once, two young and valiant men had jousted to secure her favours and she had watched, fascinated by the sight o... the blood they had both shed and the horrible injuries they had inflicted one on the other. After the tournament, she had presented the weary, and half dead, victor with a richly embroidered silk handkerchief, which he had promised to treasure for ever. She had given him nothing else! "All muscle and no brain - typical of his kind!" had been her. For starters, he was way shorter than any boy he knew, he was a stout 4 foot eleven inches, making him even below or barley on par with women. He was very curvy and feminine growing up as well, attempting many sports like track or swim had only decreased his hope in attempting to achieve true masculinity; he was not only as tall as a girl but looked like one too what a terrible fate. He would often be left alone but was not inexperienced to the torture some of the other boys and girls brought. How he loved talking to Shila, his favorite ther****t during his weekly visits. How wonderful her hands felt gently working his weak hand as he looked at her - her long, flowing, dark hair cascading around her pretty face. She had no way of knowing the fantasies playing in his head, as she would talk to him – or did she? He’d look her in the eyes of course, but his mind would wonder to another place. The things he wanted to do to her. How he longed to just play with her body – especially her. He nodded enthusiastically, and they were off to fuck and unmask each other. Finding a table, I sat down and watched the fun going on around me in the old barn that hid this college "end of semester" orgy from everyone in this uptight community. It had been many years since I had "let my hair down" and did something as wild and stupid as this. Never once did I think I would end up putting my job-mine and my family's future-on the line.A fourth drink and I knew I deserved this. She caught my eye.