He needed to make her understand what was going on in his heart and to do that, he’d have to open himself up to this total stranger that so eloquent...ly described his soul without knowing him. ‘I know what to do.’ * * * * * He sent the invitation with a bouquet of flowers. I’d like the pleasure of your company for dinner to apologize and to talk with you. Choose anywhere you wish and call me on my cell. Please give me a chance to explain. Gale. Three o’clock. Four o’clock. Five o’clock. The hours. That personality served her well in her interactions with the incredibly diverse customers of the club. Frank was a big boned, six foot five inch Irishman (fifth generation). While he was opinionated, he’d learned to keep those opinions to himself and those few close friends who knew him well enough to know he meant no harm. The only reason he didn’t think of Betsy as crazy was that he was deeply and madly in love with her. That love and her ability to accept him for who he was, opinions and. ”“Why not?” Lisa asks, her face changing slightly, as if a dark cloud suddenly appeared overhead.“Because we don’t know what’s out there. Plus, we have no idea what security this place has, or even how many workers there are,” Page explains. “Besides, there are those ferals I keep hearing about.”“I can’t stay here any longer. If you don’t want to help, then please don’t say anything,” she begs.Page can see the fear in the girl’s eyes. She feels sorry for her. And maybe Lisa is right. This story. First she showed him how to curtsy and then made him try againand again until he could do it as well as she could. Whenever hemade a mistake she would swat his bottom with her woodenhairbrush, just to help him do it right. After she had himsitting so that his panties didn't show she made him kneel infront of her. She had plans on making him do what she hadn'tbeen able to get any of her young boyfriends to do. After lifting the front of her dress she told her sissy slaveto pull her panties down.