This time the jailer would be allowed to torture the prisoner.Torture conjures up powerful images and I wasn't very sure about this latest development.... "What do you mean torture?" Not really tortured." Luke added quickly. "Tickling and stuff like that." He means touching you up!" Deb's injected quietly to Jenny and me.She might be right. There was definitely something they weren't telling us, but I seriously doubted they would go that far. Though the idea of Alec touching me up a little wasn't. A little to the right...A little to the left...She could feel the sweat on her forehead...Between her breasts...And, trickling down the small of her back...She was getting near to the end.He was in ecstasy...with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved...Forwards then backwards...Forward then backward...Again...and again...Her heart was pounding now...Her face was flushed...She moaned...softly at first, then began to groan louder...Finally...totally exhausted...she let out a piercing. His hand had been hastily and roughly bandaged. Isabella spoke to him angrily.He hung his head. Then he spoke loudly first in Italian and then in his halting English. Bobbi verified that the English was approximately the same as the Italian. He said, "I have made a terrible mistake. First, I made funny of a good man. When his sister who I love corrected me, I became mad and started to lay hands on her. She knocked me down. Then she wounded me out here. She could have killed me either time.. I wasobsessed by the way they dressed and looked. Girls walked and talkedbetter, they smelled better; they were just BETTER! I don't know why Ifelt this way, but I did (and still do). The feelings I had didn'tchange when puberty set in, they got worse. It was around the age of 12that I really knew I wanted to be a girl. Any wet dream I had alwaysinvolved me being with a boy, and I was always a girl in them. I am notattracted to men when I'm dressed like a man, only when I'm dressed asa woman..