" Please stop doing this," I said, feeling tears trickle down my cheeks."On the other hand," Sarah went on, ignoring my pleading, "if I knew youwere a... sissy? Why, I wouldn't have to fight you at all."I started to openly cry."Okay," I sobbed, "I'm a sissy." See," she cooed, "that wasn't so hard, now was it?" No," I sobbed."But I'm afraid that isn't good enough," she said."Huh?" I sniffled."Well, you might be saying you're a sissy just so you won't getspanked," she said, "You'll have to prove you. There really wasn't any bargaining. Junior had found what he wanted almost immediately, and Dad was just along to endorse the purchase and pay the invoice. Senior smiled, thinking his son had grown up quicker than he had realized, and was probably more mature than a lot of his fellow sixteen-year-olds. An hour later, Junior proudly and carefully guided his "new wheels" off the lot under the smiling gaze of his father, and made a beeline for his best friend's house. It was time to show the. “This is not right. Why is it that they may say if we leave or do not leave? Why is it that we must ask them and not go as we choose for us?”I say I do not know if this is right or not right, but I know that it is so. I cannot change what is so. The fence and the land are there and they will not go away only because we desire that they do. And unless they go away we cannot leave, and it is only Maggie and Jason that can make them go away.Kitik does not like that I say this. But he admits that. Looking out from my corner I noted there was nothing happening with the other passengers, the isles were clear and my co-workers were in the central gally, so taking the opertunity and turning back to the boy, who was watching me intently, I pulled up my skirt and showed him my nakedness and stockings, it worked as he spurted cum, like a fountain, from such a young vibrant penis.I came out of my hiding place and slide back in beside him, 'Welome to the Mile-High Club, sweet boy' and kissed him.