Her fingers flexed. She felt like a catthat had cornered a plump mouse. He stood next to the computer desk witha plastic crate on it filled with comic... books. He was leafing through acomic, quickly flipping the pages. A small stack of them sat off to theside. It looked like he was picking out favorites to take with him,likely the ones with the most buxom heroines, Julia thought. Perhapssoon he'd have something in common with those oversexed, male fantasies.Why bother looking at comic book. "Your room looks lovely! I can't imagine a more delightfully swishyatmosphere for our little sissy!" Mistress Smokey finally declared."You, on the other hand, sissy Timmy, look disheveled!"I looked in the mirror and was aghast! I was spattered from head to toewith pale pink and white droplets of paint. My baby doll was probablyruined, my make-up looked like a caricature of a circus clown, and myhair...god! My hair!...would that paint ever come out? I ran my fingersthrough my hair in disbelief!. I was a scholarship jock at a Southern California college and being from the mid-west I wasn’t used to the uninhibited California life style, but I quickly overcame that. My buddies and I would go to a clothing optional beach just north of Malibu just to see some tits and ass. After a while we got bored and decided to check out a nude beach someone had heard about. It was a warm, sunny Saturday and the beach was crowded. It was a bitch to get to from the parking lot, but we were anxious to see. “No! I’m just saying, if we had another child...”“Come here for a second. I haven’t punched you lately, and I think I’m way overdue!”Marilyn laughed at that and ignored me. Jesus Christ! Four kids? That wasn’t funny!When we got home, I got to work writing. I spent most afternoons and several hours every evening working on the book, although a lot of the time was going through various reports with a highlighter and trying to turn truly awful scientific jargon onto something that could be even.