" I wrote back "Tell me what?" "Promise you wont freak out" she said. "Ya just tell me" "I think I'm a lesbian." I failed to reply to her. The weeks w...ent by and I tried to avoid her ,but it wasn't that I was disgusted, I just didn't know what to think. I was still her friend and still hung out with her, and oddly enough the day she told me she liked me I didn't react badly at all. I knew she knew I was straight, but then again I didn't know if I was straight. Occasionally Stella would try to. " Whatever that means. But I do soooo enjoy buttplugs!Away from home, I can be anything and everything from a Catholicschoolgirl; to a French maid; to Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz ... oractually anything I'm hired to be. I wear heels and bows no matter what,and sometimes Mistress Mommy adds garterbelts and stockings. I don't own apair of panties – not even a g-string – and, as I said, I love theway men look me when my peepee is stiff and on display.I've become so skilled at walking in heels I. I didn't want you to have the same kind of power over me that Billy has, but now you do." I don't have any power over you, and neither does Billy, or anyone else. You aren't very honest with yourself, Diane. You create these situations yourself, in your own mind, then you act as if they were real. No one made you play with Herbert's cock, you wanted to do it. Billy isn't trying to get you to sleep with him, that's all in your mind, what you've decided you should do with him. I think you are. I grab my trench coat and lead us out of the tavern – I should have tipped Al before I got out of there, but I suppose my ‘guest’ wouldn’t have appreciated the delay. We got outside. The breeze hit us hard, the sand it’s accomplice – we needed to find shelter. I grab his shoulder and manoeuvre us further West. Gunshots. I glance back briefly to find the Marshals are already back on their feet, chasing after us and quick-firing their six-shooters. At least we had a little leeway when they.