"And that brought an end to the conversation, while proving that words areas malleable as a willow branch, both can be bent or shaped to form. Whatthe...y become depends upon the crafter's skill, while what is seen or hearddepends upon the audience. Neither Mary nor myself needed to be overlyattentive to understand the words crafted by the other. Mary realizedthat I did not want to go to the dressmakers, while I surmised that myopinion did not matter. Mary would be true to her earlier words, she. "Chrissie, you are a sissy." I AM NOT!"She slapped one of my hands. "Don't you raise your voice with me!"I slumped in my chair. In one second she could take all the wind out ofmy sails."I'm sorry." Apology accepted." But I'm not a sissy, Aunt Gail. Why would you think so? I mean, lookat me. I'm a man." No," she said, "you are a sissy. And before I go any further, let mejust reinforce here that begin a sissy is not something to be ashamedof. It's something to be treasured! Do you. If you can’t manage either with that big chip on your shoulder, get me a lawyer.’ He scoffed and left the room. A minute later, he returned with the man he’d called Johan and moved to leave them alone together. ‘Doesn’t look like a lawyer to me,’ she declared sardonically. The door shut, leaving her alone with the very man she’d been fearing. Mr. Johan, though cuffed, looked more dangerous than all the police officers out there put together to her. He didn’t look to have an ounce of fat on his. No hiding those big, scared eyes though he says, just as his hand collides with her milky ass. Staining her skin pink. He raises his arm once more, hitting her ass once again, twice as hard and smirks as she whimpers. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he urges her forward, forcing her to sit on the lone metal chair in the middle of the room. Instructing her to place her arms behind the chair, he ties her wrists and elbows together, forcing her to arch her back, to stick her marvellous.