I told her thanks but we had two places in Georgia from which to choose.It was quiet when we landed. A limo met us and drove the three of us to the An...derson house. We picked up Jam’s SUV and he drove us to my place. He came in and we enjoyed sitting on the couch for a while.Our week was busy with work, another meeting with Pastor Dean, and a fitting for my dress. On Saturday, we went to my farm for a day of relaxation. It seemed that the news media had forgotten us for a while. We didn’t. Like an attracive mature type you often see on the Web nowadays. A few years ago she had to attend a private clinic for certain treatment I won't go into, it's too personal but suffice to say part of it was of a gynecological nature. Mom never spoke of it much but I got a strange feeling it was somehow turning her on, to have to lie there with her legs open in the exam room while doctors and nurses poked about in her private parts and used various instruments to do various things to her. She. My older sisters would 'rough house' with me. Theywould push me around and pin me to the floor, but I was never allowed tofight back. A good sissy is docile, passive, yielding and acquiescent.Anytime I resisted, I was punished, usually twice, once by my oldersisters, and secondly by our mother. (The only time I 'really' foughtback and was forgiven on some level, is when my sadistic sisters burnedmy absolutely favorite dolly right in front of me. They were laughing,and I was crying and begging. Is a good cornerback, but he doesn't have the foot speed to cover me deep.G. J. stared across the line at me and asked, "Kyle, aren't you on my team?" Not anymore," I answered. G. J. frantically called for adjustments to the defense as the ball was snapped to Jay.I raced down the field past G. J. Twenty-five yards downfield I turned to the sideline. Jay delivered the ball into my upraised hands perfectly. I pulled the ball down to my body and scanned the field to my right looking for tacklers..