“Let’s get back to my place first. Then I’ll explain.” “Fine… But you owe me a whole lot of an explanation.” “I know. Trust me, I ...have a lot more than that.” The drive was excruciating, but when we got to her place and she dragged me inside my head was a little better. I flopped onto the couch and she took a seat next to me, still giddy. “Okay, so you remember me? And you remember Mitch too?” “No, it’s more like I remember you being there sometimes, and I remember Mitch too. But I. I’m ... a sissy! I like girls, but I also like guys. I like to be tied up, pegged, dressed like a girl, gang-banged, stuff like that. Ever ... since I heard about you, I hope that you would ... make me your bitch! And my girlfriend’s all for it. We’ve toyed with cuckold, sissy stuff for a while now. I get to fuck her, but then she gets to fuck me back with her strap-on dildo. We still hope to get married, but it wouldn’t be a normal marriage at all, especially since I like to suck the dicks of. She knew she was not the most trustable looking soul right now. Dumping them on one of the unused counters, she headed for the food section and picked up some more chili, the super hot stuff, some energy drinks and a can opener. Back at the counter, she waited in line behind two guys. She noticed that the clock said 4:17. Early morning. A woman walked in, only slightly more dressed than Cynthia, only in her case it looked on purpose. ‘How ya doin Mark. Zapped any gangies this week?’ ‘Nah, I. Being only slightly after 1:00, none of the stores had much traffic. Greeting the cashier with a smile, she moved on to roam the many rows. Concentrating on her many possible choices, she hadn’t even realized a guy had been checking her out. It wasn’t till the third time she noticed him staring towards her that she got the hint. He had gradually worked his way to just three rows away from her. He wasn’t too bad looking. Middle aged, she guessed. He was the average polo shirt type of guy..