Momwould yell at me that it wasn't the way men went, but I didn't care andcouldn't understand why mom was complaining.It wasn't until I was six that I... truly knew I was different from my malefriends. Mom had her complaints when I bit my small feet in mom's heels andwent around the house. Made me decide to only play with her make up when shewasn't in the house. Feeling like a couldn't talk to mom about my feelings, Icould never bring myself to ask for the canopied bed I wanted when mom askedme to. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not real big on crowded theaters. All those people sometimes get to me." I don't think there's going to be much of a crowd," Meghan said. "It's Thursday night, after all, and it's the eleven o'clock showing. The movie has been out for almost two months now. It's almost at the end of its run before they release it for DVD. How many people could possibly be there?" You do have a point there," Jo had to admit."Of course I do," Meghan told her. "So you'll be there?". Hopefully it will give readers a more detailed description of the Brownwood setting. Since this isn’t an actual story, comments and scoring have been turned off. And ‘yes’ it’s dry, needs an editor and reads like a report… umm… that’s because it IS a report. **** The following excerpts were taken from a business relocation scouting report from Meyer, Jameson and Associates to an undisclosed client. Updated: August 2014 General City Overview Brownwood is a small Midwestern city of about. After dinner, they brought me to the play room. As they bent me over afucking horse, I threw up a few tablespoons of white liquid, the onlything I had since breakfast. Julie quickly cleaned it up. All wereapologetic. My bonds on the horse were not loosened however.Julie took up position behind me. Somewhat more gentle than the firsttime in the conference room, she really does fuck with gusto. Sheunloaded into my ass.After she was done, they released me from the horse. I stood there, mylegs like.