We laughed and exchanged small talk while we dressed. I found out Bob was a divorced lawyer who worked a few blocks away. We finished dressing and sta...rted to leave the club. As we approached the bar, Bob said, "Can I buy you a beer?" We talked and, eventually, the conversation turned to sex. I said, "You must have a number of women just waiting to be fucked." To my surprise Bob said, "No, I haven’t met anyone that I care for lately." "At least you must find all kinds of women to have sex with?". I approved the final draft a week ago, but seeing it reproduced on the internet and knowing that millions of strangers are reading it feels surreal. Why did I say yes? The answer’s obvious. Brandon is perfect in all the conventional ways. He has money, a good heart, good looks and all of these qualities are wrapped up in a tantalizing promise of security. There’s only one problem. Cole.I don’t talk to Brandon about the things that worry me. He gets the sunshine, the smiles, the laughter and. He kept pushing hard and It started to hurt but I reached back and spread my bitch ass butt cheeks with my dainty fem sissy hands. I surprised myself by yelling "fuck my faggot bitch sissy ass Daddy!" and coach Moore went crazy and began to pound me like he hated me. Coach Moore began to yell "take this you fucking sissy whore" and "you are my bitch now you hear?" The pain started to subside as his constant pounding kept stretching my sissy hole. I know there had to be some bleeding as he was. “We will do everything we can to bring her back in alive, but I cannot guarantee that Zak will be able to cure her.”Gunnar’s face changes from anger to relief. “That’s all I ask.”“We’ve all lost someone to this damn war, either before it or after,” the general says, her eyes dropping down to the picture on the corner of her desk. “We have to at least try to keep those still here alive and safe.”A knock at the door brings them out of their somber mood. Zola steps into the office, giving everyone.