‘My god. Why did he have to do that with this song? Why’d he have to do it in public?’ Joanne stood up and raced for some tissues, but she saw t...e line of women waiting to use the too small facilities. She felt the tears start to run down between her fingers. She thought, ‘Oh, great! I’m gonna ruin this dress for sure,’ which only made her cry harder. She stood there bawling for a few seconds as she tried to figure out how to stop the dripping black stream from hitting the dress. A girl in line. What do you wantyour mother to call you?"This really backed me into a corner, because I would LOVE for my mommy toapprove of me as a girl, as Beth, but I wasn't sure how she would handleme saying that to her. I was afraid of her rejection. So I said to her,"well if you call me at work or ask the school about me, I suppose it'sBeth. But you can still call me John on my cell and when I'm homevisiting. After all mom, I am your loving son.My mom paused for a few moments, then responded with "very. When the sword was wiggled free Jón said, "Put the armour against a beam and stab as if a Roman is wearing it."Yngvi didn't bother to question this but hung it from a nail on a wall and stuffed the leather behind it as if this would represent a man. Yngvi moved the sword in a thrusting fashion and unerringly ran it against the centre of the remaining piece of armour. Yngvi was a fair sized man and the sword went through the armour, leather and the wood wall to the hilt.The gasps now were even. I told her that I do to! I told her I had something planned, and for her to come round mine on Saturday. She seemed a little bit nervous, but happy. Before I left I told her to remember the safe-word would be ‘red’, just in case I went too far.Saturday came; my parents were out the house so I was alone. I had all sort of ideas in my mind. I wanted to make her orgasm, more than once; I wanted her to have the best night of her life! I got a load of things ready, ropes, chains, candles. And a lot.