My black high heel boots that came up to my knees, my black leather mini, my black cotton tank top with the word “Sissy” written in big silver let...ters across the front. My thong was a vinyl material that fit snug so I could tuck away my sissy clit and balls. This was a great thong, the back could be unhooked easily for easy access. I was excited, tonight was going to be great. I began on my eyeliner when I heard the front door open and close. “I’m in the bathroom, just finishing my make-up!” I. I really want to do this.’ The worst that could possibly happen would be that she arranged some kind of math Olympics. But with her imagination, her intelligence and enthusiasm, she might come up with something truly spectacular. Her party might make all others pale in comparison. ‘Do it,’ I said. Sunny winced. ‘But run the ideas by your Mom.’ Sandy looked disappointed. ‘She won’t decide what you’re going to do, just advise, so you don’t go off the tracks.’ ‘Thank you. Thank you. You’re the. "you enjoyed it, you had orgasms" another accused me."you don't no speak to da feds or you is dead, shot in the head, is found in a shed, knickers down from fucked on a bed" the other tells me."bang bang, gang gang, they runs da hood. thats bad mother-fuckers da brothers is blood" and you da muther, or pill make other, like no otherz, they suck yo white-uddaz" "...datz sheet?" I'm ok, I enjoyed it" I assured them."yeh you is ok" came back the hood speak."...from roll in the hey" want to speak. She was breaking his heart. He followed her with his eyes, knowing her pattern well. Under the next streetlamp she would stop, bend over to adjust her shoe in the weak glow, and then continue around the corner to wherever she was going. And he would have to wait until tomorrow to see her again. What did it say about him, about how low hes sunk, that these two minutes of watching an unknown girl walk down the street was the culmination of all his hopes and dreams? That his every day was spent.