How did I escape their trap?“I have been very pleased with the efforts Ms. Jones has made to increase her grades. Are any others of you interested i...n learning how to better apply your minds to getting as much out of school as possible?”More muttering and jammering.“Very well. It was nice of all of you to come. Please don’t hesitate to come see me if you have individual questions.” I strolled out, leaving them to mutter and jammer.They very likely failed to notice that I left my phone in my. I was wearing a white t-shirt, Daisy Duke Shorts, bobby socks and pink converse. My hair was cut in a bob style for the summer. I looked very much like a cute girl just as I liked. When I got there some of the guys stared at me for a moment. I even over heard a couple of them say that the "Sissy" is back to watch again. I don't mind being called that too much. I just wish they would treat me a little nicer. I love seeing their manhood bounce as they play. Sometimes I even get a quick look if. Tonight, we were hosting a dinner, a dinner for a potential partnership alliance in the City. Yes, this guy was a big fish, a big fish in a little pool, I needed this alliance.I often wondered that if, during the course of the week, you had become a little fed up, maybe even pissed, at the times that I had mentioned the fact that I needed this alliance, this partnership. The times I must have said to you ‘Don’t forget this, don’t forget that’. You smiled, that smile, the smile that told me ‘Not. If he had really deeply thought about it he might have come to theconclusion that his love of doing this was a reaction to how the modernworld made him feel. How being atomized despite being connected toothers in the larger sense of things had made him still feel completelyalone; but it didn't matter that he didn't think about that. Being inthe flea market gave him something that he needed and that was enough.He was just walking through the tables under flea market roof just likehe mostly did..