I was a whore that night."Alvaro gave her an angry frown. "Don't ever think that! You were violated and traumatized. Afterwards, in the following days..., did you feel ashamed, or did you think that the sex was a good exchange for the money?"Megan shuddered and bit her lip. "I remember. My shame was intense, nightmares... Okay, I get your point. I'm not a whore." She petted him for a while. "My second man..." Megan?" Alvaro whispered, his eyes openly pleading with her."No, it's okay Alvaro. I want. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I have just recently found out that Tyler likes wearing little girl stuff too, only he prefers lots of lace on his little anklets. Bet you didn't know that, huh? He even let me paint his toenails. He's got a long way to go, but when I do nice things for him he seems very happy to wear the panties and little socks I give him. I'm so glad Sara was a feminine little girl and has all of her old things for him to wear. And, silly him, he thinks. She doesn’t want to settle for me. It’s like a reverse situation with DJ. Sure, I think Dawn and I could be happy together, but I’d always know in my heart that she didn’t really want to marry ME. She’d only settled for me. And speaking of DJ, now I find out this Robbie guy made it to a second date with her.”“Robi.”“Huh?”“His name is Robi, not Robbie.”“Whatever. Now SHE’S moving on. And now I’m feeling even further abandoned.”“You’re right. Everybody’s left you. Your life must really suck.”I. "Butterworth nodded. "I know what you mean. My balance was off for some time after I lost my fingers. I don't give fencing lessons, Captain. I practice with likeminded gentlemen. Now, we usually run a little wager to make things more interesting. Sixpence for each hit on the vest."Anson understood. Butterworth needed money, but he would not accept payments for lessons. His income would come from the wagers – a gentlemanly source of income."A little side wager seems perfectly acceptable," he.