After talking with Pam, and figuring out what I needed to do, it was much less stressful. My first shift ended without incident.By the middle of my se...cond night, I was downright bored. I could make the hour-long round in half that time, even less if I rushed. I started browsing through the store while making my rounds, checking out the new TVs, all the tools, and of course the women’s clothing department.Did I mention that I have enjoyed dressing in women’s clothes for as long as I can. Suddenly, I heard the sound of doors being opened from my left side.Waking abruptly from my dreamlike state, all I could do was to wrap mysweatshirt around me before my neighbor, Mrs. Jones walked on her ownbalcony."Charlie," she said, practically leaning over her fence, "Nice to seeyou." Likewise, Mrs. Jones," I said.The comfort, the coziness and the lazy Saturday afternoon feeling were allgone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, nerve-wracking fear. In allhonesty, I had fantasized many times. A breath of fresh air. A muse. Hell, maybe just another gin and tonic is what he usually has before he gets ready to perform. At least 2 or 3 back to back. Ends, up being 5 before the curtain goes up.Keeping up with the fashion and blending in with the crowd, Taryn walks into the Rhyme and Reason, folds her clear England style umbrella, unbuttons her full lengts eyes.h black trench coat which a hostess with purple and green Shirley temple curls and cat eye glasses takes and seats her at a solo. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*It goes on for what feels like hours. Moving on from my ass the belt finds my back, arms, and legs. No exposed flesh is safe from the hail of blows that the man inflicts on me. I scream and cry until my voice is hoars. Tears stream from my face as I choke out guttural sobs of anguish.Warm blood runs down my arm as the metal cuffs chafe at my wrist. It feels like there is no end for my torture. I am begging for mercy from behind the gag, pleading for my.