From the silence of our mutual protection, we'd broken out of years of restriction and restraint. This wasn't the naughty, snickery type of you-show-m...e-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine conversation that I'd angled for. This was dealing with real stuff. I was dazzled.Jean had shared with me some of her "deep dark secrets" and I'd shared similarly... or started to. And she wanted more. She knew of my peeing fetish and she'd admitted she had one too. It was plain that we'd only continue in a step-wise. ” She replied as she ended the call.Joanne Wilson laid her head down on the pillows on her double bed and stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.“Gabrielle behaving herself?” The twenty-one-year-old thought to herself.“That’s so far from the truth.” She shook her head.She didn’t want to punish her dad, but the twins were fair game. Nicholas had been asking for a severe dose of her right hand for months now. And Gabrielle was even worse. Her sister was so sickly, two-faced. She would appear so. My thoughts turn to loss and loneliness wishing I could find this comfort also in people. The noise of the rain in the leaves fills my ears, the presence of another not even felt. My body jumps as fingers tips trace over the hair running down my cheeks. I look up startled, his eyes gazing at my tear stained face. He moves his hands and brushes away the hair that has now fallen into my eyes. His touch soft yet confident I take him in with my stare, his long black jacket hanging heavy from the. This had been one of the worst days of my life. I’d shaken hands with so many faces, today. I’d had so many people tell me that all I needed was a little time to adjust. Mike was the first person to mention my tiny little cubicle. He was right, in a sea of two hundred cubicles, mine was the last cell in the last corner of the building and at least half the size of the rest. ‘I’m sorry to bother you, you must be anxious to get out of here. I’ll bet you’ve had a long day.’ He reached around the.