Later that night when the designated meeting time approached, I got back in the car and headed towards Jimmy’s house. Just as I pulled up in front,... a figure came running towards me. As the figure emerged from the shadows, I could see it was Debbie.“Debbie.”“Gary, I know why you’re doing this,” She said, “You’re doing this just to impress me, right?”I knew she was right about that. There was no doubt.“You don’t have to do this, really.” She added.As she spoke, Jimmy came up to the car.“I. I was fighting hard to stay faithful to Frank, but I knew that most likely it was a fight I was going to lose unless Frank started taking care of business.I'd set a deadline of ten for being home because I'd made up my mind that if I didn't go through with getting myself laid I was going to get home before Frank went to bed and rape him if I had to. He normally went to bed at eleven and he didn't expect me home until eleven-thirty or twelve.The house was quiet when I entered and that surprised. Ab came around before we had even started eating breakfast. "I've been talking with Mrs. Arnold," he said. "She says her husband doesn't deserve a funeral, but we're going to have a short one anyway. I had a talk with the Reverend Green and I told him if the ceremony lasted more than fifteen minutes, we'd start burying Arnold whether he was finished or not. Hopefully that will help." Since I'm the one who killed him, I don't feel it would be appropriate for me to attend," I told him.Ab nodded.. The only outside communication I had was when my son and I would go out to the park or to dinner out occasionally. I was a young father at the age of 17 and I feel a good one at that. I had no idea at all about cross dressing or what it even really was. But I found myself trying all kinds of kinky things to get off as I was so lonely when I had put my son down for the night I would retire to my own room where I would use a rubber glove rolled up inside of a towel and shove it between two.