She realized that she made a big mistake, but that didn't mean anything to me at this point. I was amazed, confused, excited, mad.... I wanted to punc...h him, to hit him, to kill him. I took some glasses and dishes from the table and began to throw them down and break them. I was smashing everything that was on hand. I screamed and yelled at her. She cried and begged me to stop. I said I would prefer now kill her and him. "Hit me, please, now we can not live anymore...". "I will not, I can not. I would put on my sisters costume jewelry that she played dress up with when she was younger - earrings, bangles, rings, and necklaces. I loved how girly I looked. Soon I was wearing my sisters lil black party dress, her lacey bra, panties and her sexy 3 inch Candies high heels. I would fantasize that I was prisoner and being forced to dress like a girl to humiliate me. So I was into forced femme and crossdressing 8 years before losing my virginity.One day I was babysitting the neighbors k**s,. Then the shriek Veronica heard was her own. A slimy mass had just passed over her face. She crouched down in the boat, feeling sick to her stomach. If she could stay like this until the trip was over, maybe she could stand it. Why did she ever want to come in here, she asked herself. She would give anything to be out in the bright sunlight with her friends. There was a rumbling sound in front of her. Then Veronica heard a sharp hit of metal against wood. She peeked from between her hands. It. As they came blinking into the morning, Patricia would greet each by name, and converse as much as his English skills allowed. At first, this was something of a necessity coupled with Pedro's innate good manners. Over time it served to cement him as a person to talk to. Later it would serve him well in business.Business was something else Pedro was learning. Patricia's part time job flourished. Given simple repetitive tasks, she performed well. The repetitive tasks soon gave way to ones.