Ed’s nice enough not to tease you, but now that you’ve teased him, well, that means you’re fair game.”“Steve!” Bethany exclaimed in dismay....Mr. Krajick looked concerned, but her mom was smiling.“Oh, that’s right. You were hiding that from your parents. Can’t let them know you like me. I’m sorry, I guess I let the cat out of the bag.”“Stop it,” she giggled. “You’re a friend. And look at my dad. He’s uncomfortable.”“Of course I am, Princess.”“Daddy, I didn’t mean it that way. I asked Steve to. 'There's no more blankets, and the heating is out. We'll freeze to death in here. We'll have to share body heat,' he said, trying to sound sensible rather than excited.'No way! We're are not sharing a bed, no way,' she defiantly said.'You explain to your husband and friends why I died in a motel room we were sharing,' he flatly stated.The idea of him dying wasn't so bad, as it let her off the hook. Mention of husband and friends made her think again. Was this a veiled threat for when they. It hurts a little and/or bleeds."Why did you do that?" I asked."Because we are going to make you into a little sissy girl," says my sister Amy.And then they dress me up as a girl with a dress and some long "press-on" nails. Then they stick me back in the van and throw me out on the street corner."You do not have an I.D. anymore, so the only way you can make money is by selling your body as a hooker," says my mom.Then she laughs at me and the van drives off. I shrug my shoulders and look for a. He went on and on how great a time he had with me and wanted to know if I liked it too. I was honest and said the money helped with the pain. Steven listened to me as I went over the things I liked and disliked about the experience. He then asked if I'd be willing to meet one of his friends at the hotel. I really wasn't sure, especially since I had never met this guy. Steven described him as a heavy set, black man, hung, who had a thing for slender white boys like myself. The guy's name was.