I started living here and going outside and I made some local white friends. I started hanging out with them and started loving the place. I made very...good friends with one of the guys in special his name was John. He lived with his mother; his father had left them when he was born so he was very caring for his mother. I used to go to his home all the time and had sleepovers there. His mother was a very kind lady and would make food for us and helped us.Time went by and I became a regular with. But let me tell you about another party, at his house. This was a conventional party; no costumes or anything. Roger has odd decorating tastes, and -- being an artist -- he can indulge in them a lot himself. He had painted a wall of his living room to resemble the side of a barn. The balcony became a hayloft, complete with a beam sticking out for the lift. But the pulley wasn't just decorative; it was obviously serviceable, not just a painted-over antique from some farm. I was staring at it,. He went to his desk, opened the drawer and found the item that was theonly tangible reminder of his enforced period of work for the SissyfuckersClub - aside, that was, from the large deposit in his bank account. Notthat he needed the card to remember what had been done to him. Or to countthe losses it had caused, which included his dignity, his self-respect,his girlfriend, and now his job.But he still couldn't help replaying that dreadful day and night, as hehad done almost constantly since it. Kassandra sensed our uncertainty and came back over to us. "If you have a look on the back of the package there's a size chart if you know your measurements."The three of us stood there looking at the size chart and I realized that I did indeed need the smaller size one. I was humiliated, but wanted to get out of there. Melissa knew that I was small and I was never going to see this Kassandra woman again so I just reached for the "S" model without saying a word and walked to the register. I was.