There's a video on youtube that I found the other day. A little boy, probably about 10, riding his bicycle as he delivers his paper route. He meets, a...nd starts to spend time with, a little girl in his class. It is all innocent and fun and free. And it was another of my triggers for remembering my darkest incident of my life.I can feel the tears start to form. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the. I'm not allowed to leave it," he said."Where do you pee?" I asked seriously."Okay I do go to the bathroom, but everything is locked down tight," he said."Well pretend you are in the bathroom," I said getting out of the car."Okay they never review the files unless something happens," he said. He was also standing at the door with the cell phone in his hand waiting for me.I slipped the coffee through the door, but didn't try to go in. He stayed inside and I stayed outside. I was there just a few. Go on, murderer." Roja leaned in toward Brant. "Go on, murder me in my sleep."Brant's face twisted up in fear and hate. He threw himself artlessly at Roja, knife raised high, voicing an inarticulate scream of rage. Roja's right hand flew out like an arrow, and grabbed Brant by the throat. He began to squeeze. Brant dropped the knife and his good hand went up around Roja's wrist, the other flopped against it uselessly. Roja squeezed harder. In a long moment, it was all over. He held Brant at. I discovered that I loved watching cocks, loved when cum came dripping out of them. How it spread over a woman’s face, I wished I was that woman.I wished I was the one getting fucked. I wished I was the one having my butt-cheeks slapped and my nipples bitten, my body violated. I wanted to feel like a woman, to be desired and dominated.The feeling was beyond my control. I started shaving my legs. I had long slim legs and I loved how smooth they felt when hairless. In no time, I was shaving my.