Denise had one of the slaves stand up on the table to demonstrate the purpose of the rubber band."This is a wonderful little design I thought of to th...ank these slaves for there work." taking the lose end of the rubber band and stretching it down to the slaves knees and holding it there, Denise continued, " instead of thanking them just do this." We all looked at the slaves biting her lip, then Denise let go. The sound was but a short snap but het effect was enormous as the rubber band lashed. I was home first, so I pulled the leftovers from the fridge and microwaved two plates worth. I did make a fresh salad, waiting till Gail Marie got home to dress it with salt and pepper, balsamic vinegar and olive oil. My cooking has improved. At least I know how to make a salad and when to dress it. As soon as she came in, Gail Marie started talking. ‘Jim it was unreal. The last person in the world shows up on my shift, unconscious and unidentified. To be honest, I freaked out a little, and. I haven’t looked at my fucking stump ever. Isn’t that in your fucking folder?’ I realized that tears were streaming down my face and hurled the crutches as far away as I could. She knelt up and took my shoulders, then cradled my head to her slight breasts. After a while I managed to stop and she let go. ‘They hurt you real bad, didn’t they? You wear those shorts the whole time?’ There was a world of understanding in her voice and not an ounce of the pity that that I heard from everyone else. I. She feels so much more comfortable living as a girly girl. She even let me take a bunch of naughty pics of her so that I could do what she was too afraid to, and expose her true identity to you all. Enjoy!" After her caption was a link which led to a gallery of all the pictures she took of me... 16 of them to be exact.. My mind raced. I was feeling a kind of humiliation much greater than anything I ever experienced in my life. I knew that already, dozens of people I know and went to school with.