..jeez, you've neverhad a period?" No, I'm telling you, nothing. The night I called you, you know the daywe met at the cafe in DC, I started freaking... out. I thought I wasgetting PMS and the inevitable was just around the corner, but nothingever happened. I was so scared as I had no idea what to do, and no one Icould ask to help me." It's ok Michael, every one of us girls has been there. When I was 12,the first couple months I locked myself in my room and refused to go toschool until it was. Thank you for showing me how bad I am and punishing me, mistress”. I was just glad that I knew enough of BDSM culture back then to know the right things to say, for I knew I would have gotten another punch if I didn’t explain why I’m sorry or didn’t thank her for the punishment. I had no idea if Janani knew of these things (as we would discover later, she did), but I had no intentions of risking it.“Then, you have the balls to lie about it *punch* and try justifying your actions *punch* and. I cut the linings and pockets out of them. Trying the modified version on, I knew I had a winner. I never wore underpants under them. My 'package' pushed the soft rayon out noticeably and showed flopping movement when I walked.It was still the hottest part of summer so I usually didn't wear a shirt either. I had done a lot of weights in the Army. I had good arms, shoulders, and a chiseled torso. I felt armed and dangerous. I took to lounging around the kitchen or TV room dressed like that. It. ‘Do you want another?’ Before I went back out. ‘Just one more, then I’d better stop.’ I lay back down, it was just starlight out now, and very quiet. Bonnie said just above a whisper. ‘I love it here, there’s just a faint noise from the wind in the screen. The city is never quiet, there is always a low rumble at least. The first two nights I couldn’t sleep because it was so quiet. Now I dread going back.’ I asked quietly. ‘What are you running from Bonnie?’ At first, I didn’t think she would.