Two sides to every cycle
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This is a fictional story. I tried to write it from both sides.
It's a vicious cycle. The dominant or aggressive male responds to submissive behavior with domination. The more submissive the behavior, the more aggressive the alpha male becomes in his domination. The chemicals released into his system make him more aggressive and dominant, in other words, more alpha. On the other side, the submissive responds to domination by becoming more submissive. The more assertive the dominance, the more submissively the submissive responds. The desire to please and submit increases as the aggression increases. Again the omega chemicals released by being submissive make the one more submissive. So as an alpha becomes more aggressive towards a sissy, the sissy becomes more submissive to the alpha. It's a cycle that, once recognized by the alpha male, can be used to their advantage in keeping a sissy slut in line. And if the sissy recognized the cycle or not is irrelevant once the sissy is owned.
### Masters side ###
My name is Mark. At this point in my life I have a sissy and a wife. My sissy calls me Sir or Master at all times, even in public. She wasn't always mine. In fact when I claimed her he wasn't even fully aware she was a she. He was working with me and wearing all the guy cloths and doing the guy things, but it all seemed strained.
When we played adventure video games, or sports ones, he always chose to be a female character in the game. His hair was very long, longer than my sisters even. And his build is so slight that from the back he already looked like a girl. I'm sure I caught sissy staring at my crotch on a number of occasions before claiming him. Every sissy needs to be owned. Not all of them know it at first, but a good Master knows it.
One time I was just getting so horny and hadn't had a girlfriend to unload with for a while. So I decided it was time to put my sissy theory to the test. Danny had always submitted to pretty much whatever I wanted. So I figured I'd see if I could push him all the way to her.
We were at my apartment for lunch and as usual I had sent Danny to the kitchen to make lunch while I sat and relaxed. Already submissive without me doing anything. So I thought I'd step it up a bit.
"What the hell is this?" I challenged him on the sandwich he had brought me after taking a bite.
Danny looked stunned and a little heart broken that I has spoken harshly to him. Sissies are like that when an alpha is rough with them. They love it and hate it at the same time. Humiliation is a great tool.
He replied it was tuna salad and I told him to fix it and put some tuna in it next time. I wasn't surprised when Danny took the sandwich back and went to fix it as I told him to. While he was in the kitchen I called another test order.
"Grab me another beer while you're there."
I didn't get a reply, but when he brought the sandwich I noticed the beer was with it. And he had given me two new slices of bread since I had bitten into the first sandwich. After I had a couple bites I thought I'd throw this new sissy a bone. I praised the sandwich and thanked him.
He blushed and said "You're welcome."
Then I knew for sure Danny was a closet sissy and just needed a firm hand to come out. Fortunately my hands are very firm. The next day at work, which was Friday. I told him to make me dinner Saturday.
"Danny, how about you make dinner for me Saturday. I'll come to your place at 6:00." I ordered.
"Oh. Uh, sure 6 sounds good." sissy replied.
Saturday I just hung around home waiting to go to Danni's place. I wasn't sure why the hell I said 6 it's like for ever to wait. Twice I thought about going over and surprising him, but I didn't want to scare her off. You have to be careful when breaking in a sissy. Too strong and you scare them away, not strong enough and you end up with a lousy cock-whore.
I headed to her place and arrived right at 6. As I knocked on the door I tried the knob and let myself in. I figured sissy was expecting me.
"Hey there!" I called "Everything ready?"
"Almost, just finishing the pasta." Danni replied. "There's some beer in the fridge."
"Great, grab me one." ordered as I headed to the living room to watch the news.
Wow, this is going to be way easier than I originally thought. Danni was dressed as he would for work, but she had left all her makeup on. Just looking at sissy's face she was a rather attractive girl. I had already decided that tomorrow I would return and have this sissy sucking my cock. Just the thought was making me horny.
"Hurry up with that beer! I'm thirsty!" I yelled to the kitchen. I made a note to work on her speed during training.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple minutes." Danni told me as she handed me the beer.
"Good. It's been a long day and I'm starving. Hope you made something good."
When Danni finally got dinner to the table I pointed out that I had said 6 for dinner. We chatted a little while eating. I mentioned that my lease was ending soon and the landlord might raise the rent. It was a hook and Danni took the bait. He said if I lived with her, she would never raise my rent. I saw fear in Danni's eyes as soon as she finished her sentence.
"You could raise my tent if I lived here." I said. I started laughing realizing that Danni was in her own world and didn't hear what I said. I added. "And blow me." in a quieter voice and continued laughing.
After a minute or so I got up and returned to the living room. Telling her to join me when she finished. It took her a while to finish. I snuck a couple of peeks in the kitchen and saw her stroking her crotch a couple times. No wonder it was taking a while. I made a mental note to fix that and remove the self-touching distraction. A good sissy is totally focused on her man's pleasure.
When Danni finally came out I was ready to leave. I gave her a subtle command to see how good she was at interpretation.
"Danni, your bathroom needs to be cleaned." I told her. Before she could reply I continued, "How about you make some baked chicken for tomorrow. And let's say 5 instead of 6 this time."
"You want to have dinner again tomorrow?" Danni asked.
"Well, yeah. I kind of like to eat every night, and you're a pretty good cook, so it makes sense."
"I guess." She replied. I saw her blush again when I complimented the cooking. Oh yeah, this one was going to be easy.
I got up to leave and Danni followed behind me. Not sure but I wonder if she was making sure I actually was leaving. Perhaps she already wanted more from tonight. At the door I stopped and turned to the sissy.
"Oh and I assume you have a dress or skirt to go with your makeup." This was it. I was taking control from this moment on. The next 24 hours or so, sissy would be on her own to follow what I had told her. "Tomorrow, wear one of those. This was a nice first date, but let's make it a memorable second one tomorrow." And before Danni could respond I turned and closed the door behind me.
On the walk home I was getting horny thinking about ordering her around. I should have stayed and had him suck me off tonight. Oh well, I wasn't going to go back now and appear indecisive. It was my job to be clear and correct and not change my mind. Besides, judging from the look on Danni's face, I'd be her master before the end of the weekend and be living there by the end of the month.
The best part of having a sissy is that you don't have to do anything except manage the sissy. She'll clean, cook and shop as much as you want and as a bonus you get regular blow-jobs whenever you want. Hell, they practically train themselves. After a while I'll start dating again, could be hard to find a woman who will be comfortable with a sissy slave in the house.
*** Sissy's side ***
I am an owned sissy. My master is a strong alpha male who made me his sissy bitch a long time ago. We worked together and were friends, although it was always his lead in the things we did when we hung out together. I think he realized my submissive nature early on. He may also have suspected about my feminine side, but I'm not sure how long before moving in he knew about that. When we hung out at his place, or at mine, I would be getting him food and drinks and so on.
"What the hell is this?" Mark asked one day when I brought him a tuna salad sandwich.
"Tuna salad." I replied.
"Try again." he said "And this time put some tuna in it."
"Sorry." I replied. "Be right back."
"Hurry up, we only have an hour for lunch."
"Right."
I hurried to the kitchen before I even completely realized what had just happened. I had made him lunch, in his own apartment, and instead of saying 'thank you' he yelled at me and made me do it again. And worse, I just said 'sorry' and was now doing it again. What was happening? I should just bring this back and tell him to fix it himself.
Even as I was thinking these things I was fixing the tuna salad with another can of tuna and replacing his bread with new slices. Didn't want to risk bringing him an sandwich with a bit out of it already.
"Grab me another beer while you're there." he demanded.
I didn't reply, thinking I would have him get his own second beer. When I walked out with his new sandwich I handed him the plate and put his beer down on the end-table, picking up the empty.
What the hell? I didn't want to do that.
"That's a much better tuna salad." he said as he swallowed his first bite. "Thank you."
I felt my cheeks blush as I said "You're welcome."
That night, in the privacy of my home, I put on my sissy outfit; nylons, panties, bra, false breasts, skirt and a top. I didn't need a wig, having very long hair already which I braided on each side of my head before applying my makeup. I thought I looked quite feminine as I watched my own transformation in the mirror.
All dressed up now I pretended I was cleaning for Mistress and making dinner. Even in my fantasies at that point I was inserting a Mistress in an attempt to deny my self. After a while I was busy playing with myself thinking about sucking cock. I held my dildo on the couch and knelt in front of it sucking away like a little slut should. And before too long I cam in my hand. Sometimes I feel empty after I cum. The buildup is amazingly heady, but the actual climax is an ending that often comes too soon for me.
Anyway the next day at work Mark and I were talking and he suddenly tells me I'm making dinner for him on the weekend.
He said "Danny, how about you make dinner for me Saturday. I'll come to your place at 6:00."
"Oh, ah, 6 sounds good." I replied rather stunned by his demand yet unable to say no.
I was not really sure why I agreed, or why I should be making him dinner. But again it was his assertiveness that made me just want to obey. It's the whole cycle thing that was starting to mold our relationship at that point. I think Mark knew it, but I was clueless and can really only see it through the lens of hind-sight.
Saturday came around and I spent the day in drag, as I often did. Doing some of my weekend chores and playing with myself more than I should. I started making dinner while still wearing my sissy cloths. I was going with spaghetti and meat balls. He hadn't said what he wanted and I was too nervous to ask him. It was 5:45 when I realized I was still dressed in drag. I quickly ran to my bedroom and changed into my 'guy' clothing. I was just putting my stuff in the hamper when I heard Mark at the door.
Right at 6 Mark knocked on my door as he was letting himself in.
"Hey there. Everything ready?" Mark said as he entered the kitchen.
"Almost, just finishing the pasta." I replied. "There's some beer in the fridge."
"Great, grab me one." he said.
I was about to say that he could get it when he walked thought the kitchen and into the living room. I heard him click on the news while I finished dinner.
Mark commanded, "Hurry up with that beer! I'm thirsty."
To which instead of replying that he knew where the fridge was, I stopped what I was doing and did as he ordered. Opening a beer and bringing it out to him. I knew he didn't care for a glass so I didn't ask.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple minutes." I said as I handed him his beer.
"Good. It's been a long day and I'm starving. Hope you made something good."
I was about to reply when the timer went off, so I hurried to the kitchen hoping that the spaghetti was done properly. I checked and it was. After I served out two plates and put them on the table I went and told Mark dinner was ready.
"About time, I thought I had said 6." He said as he got up and went to the table. "Anyway, thanks for making dinner."
"You're welcome." I said. "Hope you like it."
We chatted a little while we ate. Mark mentioned that his lease was ending soon and he hoped the landlord didn't raise the rent on him too much. Before I knew what I was saying I heard myself say that if he lived here I would never raise his rent. I didn't fully hear his reply as my mind immediately went into a fit about having said that and it would take away my 'girl' time if I had a roommate. Mark was laughing so I guessed he took in as a joking comment. After dinner he got up and returned to the living room. Telling me to join him when I was finished.
I did the dishes with only one interruption to fetch Mark a beer when he called. I was hoping he wouldn't be able to see my stiff cock as I brought him his beer. I wasn't sure why I was aroused, but I was oddly eager to be alone so I could play with myself and kept finding my self rubbing my groin.
"Dude, your bathroom needs to be cleaned." he said when I finally came and joined him on the couch. "How about you make some baked chicken for tomorrow. And let's say 5 instead of 6 this time."
"You want to have dinner again tomorrow?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I kind of like to eat every night, and you're a pretty good cook, so it makes sense right?"
"I guess." I replied. I felt my heart flutter when he complimented my cooking.
Mark got up and I stood too, walking behind him to the door. At the door he stopped and turned to face me.
"Oh and I assume you have a dress or skirt to go with your makeup. Tomorrow, wear one of those. I haven't had a date in a while. Okay Danni." And before I could respond he turned and closed the door behind him.
I was frozen and felt my heart pounding in my chest as if it wanted to break out and run screaming in terror. 'To go with your makeup' he said. Oh my god. My mind raced as I walked to the bathroom. Sure enough in my race to get changed in to guys cloths I had neglected to remove my makeup. I was still wearing mascara, blush, eyeliner and even lipstick. My face looked like a woman. Hell my hair was even long and a little feathered back as I put it when being a girl. I had spent the entire evening with him looking like a girl! Not only that, but he didn't mind. In fact he invited himself back for tomorrow, telling me to wear a dress. What was I getting myself into.
That night, as I masturbated, my thoughts kept returning to serving him as I fondled myself. I knew the thrill of getting caught was making me horny and wondered what tomorrow night would bring. Was I totally caught. Would Mark come over or was he just playing with me.
I drifted to a fitful sleep with these thoughts in my head.
It's a vicious cycle. The dominant or aggressive male responds to submissive behavior with domination. The more submissive the behavior, the more aggressive the alpha male becomes in his domination. The chemicals released into his system make him more aggressive and dominant, in other words, more alpha. On the other side, the submissive responds to domination by becoming more submissive. The more assertive the dominance, the more submissively the submissive responds. The desire to please and submit increases as the aggression increases. Again the omega chemicals released by being submissive make the one more submissive. So as an alpha becomes more aggressive towards a sissy, the sissy becomes more submissive to the alpha. It's a cycle that, once recognized by the alpha male, can be used to their advantage in keeping a sissy slut in line. And if the sissy recognized the cycle or not is irrelevant once the sissy is owned.
### Masters side ###
My name is Mark. At this point in my life I have a sissy and a wife. My sissy calls me Sir or Master at all times, even in public. She wasn't always mine. In fact when I claimed her he wasn't even fully aware she was a she. He was working with me and wearing all the guy cloths and doing the guy things, but it all seemed strained.
When we played adventure video games, or sports ones, he always chose to be a female character in the game. His hair was very long, longer than my sisters even. And his build is so slight that from the back he already looked like a girl. I'm sure I caught sissy staring at my crotch on a number of occasions before claiming him. Every sissy needs to be owned. Not all of them know it at first, but a good Master knows it.
One time I was just getting so horny and hadn't had a girlfriend to unload with for a while. So I decided it was time to put my sissy theory to the test. Danny had always submitted to pretty much whatever I wanted. So I figured I'd see if I could push him all the way to her.
We were at my apartment for lunch and as usual I had sent Danny to the kitchen to make lunch while I sat and relaxed. Already submissive without me doing anything. So I thought I'd step it up a bit.
"What the hell is this?" I challenged him on the sandwich he had brought me after taking a bite.
Danny looked stunned and a little heart broken that I has spoken harshly to him. Sissies are like that when an alpha is rough with them. They love it and hate it at the same time. Humiliation is a great tool.
He replied it was tuna salad and I told him to fix it and put some tuna in it next time. I wasn't surprised when Danny took the sandwich back and went to fix it as I told him to. While he was in the kitchen I called another test order.
"Grab me another beer while you're there."
I didn't get a reply, but when he brought the sandwich I noticed the beer was with it. And he had given me two new slices of bread since I had bitten into the first sandwich. After I had a couple bites I thought I'd throw this new sissy a bone. I praised the sandwich and thanked him.
He blushed and said "You're welcome."
Then I knew for sure Danny was a closet sissy and just needed a firm hand to come out. Fortunately my hands are very firm. The next day at work, which was Friday. I told him to make me dinner Saturday.
"Danny, how about you make dinner for me Saturday. I'll come to your place at 6:00." I ordered.
"Oh. Uh, sure 6 sounds good." sissy replied.
Saturday I just hung around home waiting to go to Danni's place. I wasn't sure why the hell I said 6 it's like for ever to wait. Twice I thought about going over and surprising him, but I didn't want to scare her off. You have to be careful when breaking in a sissy. Too strong and you scare them away, not strong enough and you end up with a lousy cock-whore.
I headed to her place and arrived right at 6. As I knocked on the door I tried the knob and let myself in. I figured sissy was expecting me.
"Hey there!" I called "Everything ready?"
"Almost, just finishing the pasta." Danni replied. "There's some beer in the fridge."
"Great, grab me one." ordered as I headed to the living room to watch the news.
Wow, this is going to be way easier than I originally thought. Danni was dressed as he would for work, but she had left all her makeup on. Just looking at sissy's face she was a rather attractive girl. I had already decided that tomorrow I would return and have this sissy sucking my cock. Just the thought was making me horny.
"Hurry up with that beer! I'm thirsty!" I yelled to the kitchen. I made a note to work on her speed during training.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple minutes." Danni told me as she handed me the beer.
"Good. It's been a long day and I'm starving. Hope you made something good."
When Danni finally got dinner to the table I pointed out that I had said 6 for dinner. We chatted a little while eating. I mentioned that my lease was ending soon and the landlord might raise the rent. It was a hook and Danni took the bait. He said if I lived with her, she would never raise my rent. I saw fear in Danni's eyes as soon as she finished her sentence.
"You could raise my tent if I lived here." I said. I started laughing realizing that Danni was in her own world and didn't hear what I said. I added. "And blow me." in a quieter voice and continued laughing.
After a minute or so I got up and returned to the living room. Telling her to join me when she finished. It took her a while to finish. I snuck a couple of peeks in the kitchen and saw her stroking her crotch a couple times. No wonder it was taking a while. I made a mental note to fix that and remove the self-touching distraction. A good sissy is totally focused on her man's pleasure.
When Danni finally came out I was ready to leave. I gave her a subtle command to see how good she was at interpretation.
"Danni, your bathroom needs to be cleaned." I told her. Before she could reply I continued, "How about you make some baked chicken for tomorrow. And let's say 5 instead of 6 this time."
"You want to have dinner again tomorrow?" Danni asked.
"Well, yeah. I kind of like to eat every night, and you're a pretty good cook, so it makes sense."
"I guess." She replied. I saw her blush again when I complimented the cooking. Oh yeah, this one was going to be easy.
I got up to leave and Danni followed behind me. Not sure but I wonder if she was making sure I actually was leaving. Perhaps she already wanted more from tonight. At the door I stopped and turned to the sissy.
"Oh and I assume you have a dress or skirt to go with your makeup." This was it. I was taking control from this moment on. The next 24 hours or so, sissy would be on her own to follow what I had told her. "Tomorrow, wear one of those. This was a nice first date, but let's make it a memorable second one tomorrow." And before Danni could respond I turned and closed the door behind me.
On the walk home I was getting horny thinking about ordering her around. I should have stayed and had him suck me off tonight. Oh well, I wasn't going to go back now and appear indecisive. It was my job to be clear and correct and not change my mind. Besides, judging from the look on Danni's face, I'd be her master before the end of the weekend and be living there by the end of the month.
The best part of having a sissy is that you don't have to do anything except manage the sissy. She'll clean, cook and shop as much as you want and as a bonus you get regular blow-jobs whenever you want. Hell, they practically train themselves. After a while I'll start dating again, could be hard to find a woman who will be comfortable with a sissy slave in the house.
*** Sissy's side ***
I am an owned sissy. My master is a strong alpha male who made me his sissy bitch a long time ago. We worked together and were friends, although it was always his lead in the things we did when we hung out together. I think he realized my submissive nature early on. He may also have suspected about my feminine side, but I'm not sure how long before moving in he knew about that. When we hung out at his place, or at mine, I would be getting him food and drinks and so on.
"What the hell is this?" Mark asked one day when I brought him a tuna salad sandwich.
"Tuna salad." I replied.
"Try again." he said "And this time put some tuna in it."
"Sorry." I replied. "Be right back."
"Hurry up, we only have an hour for lunch."
"Right."
I hurried to the kitchen before I even completely realized what had just happened. I had made him lunch, in his own apartment, and instead of saying 'thank you' he yelled at me and made me do it again. And worse, I just said 'sorry' and was now doing it again. What was happening? I should just bring this back and tell him to fix it himself.
Even as I was thinking these things I was fixing the tuna salad with another can of tuna and replacing his bread with new slices. Didn't want to risk bringing him an sandwich with a bit out of it already.
"Grab me another beer while you're there." he demanded.
I didn't reply, thinking I would have him get his own second beer. When I walked out with his new sandwich I handed him the plate and put his beer down on the end-table, picking up the empty.
What the hell? I didn't want to do that.
"That's a much better tuna salad." he said as he swallowed his first bite. "Thank you."
I felt my cheeks blush as I said "You're welcome."
That night, in the privacy of my home, I put on my sissy outfit; nylons, panties, bra, false breasts, skirt and a top. I didn't need a wig, having very long hair already which I braided on each side of my head before applying my makeup. I thought I looked quite feminine as I watched my own transformation in the mirror.
All dressed up now I pretended I was cleaning for Mistress and making dinner. Even in my fantasies at that point I was inserting a Mistress in an attempt to deny my self. After a while I was busy playing with myself thinking about sucking cock. I held my dildo on the couch and knelt in front of it sucking away like a little slut should. And before too long I cam in my hand. Sometimes I feel empty after I cum. The buildup is amazingly heady, but the actual climax is an ending that often comes too soon for me.
Anyway the next day at work Mark and I were talking and he suddenly tells me I'm making dinner for him on the weekend.
He said "Danny, how about you make dinner for me Saturday. I'll come to your place at 6:00."
"Oh, ah, 6 sounds good." I replied rather stunned by his demand yet unable to say no.
I was not really sure why I agreed, or why I should be making him dinner. But again it was his assertiveness that made me just want to obey. It's the whole cycle thing that was starting to mold our relationship at that point. I think Mark knew it, but I was clueless and can really only see it through the lens of hind-sight.
Saturday came around and I spent the day in drag, as I often did. Doing some of my weekend chores and playing with myself more than I should. I started making dinner while still wearing my sissy cloths. I was going with spaghetti and meat balls. He hadn't said what he wanted and I was too nervous to ask him. It was 5:45 when I realized I was still dressed in drag. I quickly ran to my bedroom and changed into my 'guy' clothing. I was just putting my stuff in the hamper when I heard Mark at the door.
Right at 6 Mark knocked on my door as he was letting himself in.
"Hey there. Everything ready?" Mark said as he entered the kitchen.
"Almost, just finishing the pasta." I replied. "There's some beer in the fridge."
"Great, grab me one." he said.
I was about to say that he could get it when he walked thought the kitchen and into the living room. I heard him click on the news while I finished dinner.
Mark commanded, "Hurry up with that beer! I'm thirsty."
To which instead of replying that he knew where the fridge was, I stopped what I was doing and did as he ordered. Opening a beer and bringing it out to him. I knew he didn't care for a glass so I didn't ask.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple minutes." I said as I handed him his beer.
"Good. It's been a long day and I'm starving. Hope you made something good."
I was about to reply when the timer went off, so I hurried to the kitchen hoping that the spaghetti was done properly. I checked and it was. After I served out two plates and put them on the table I went and told Mark dinner was ready.
"About time, I thought I had said 6." He said as he got up and went to the table. "Anyway, thanks for making dinner."
"You're welcome." I said. "Hope you like it."
We chatted a little while we ate. Mark mentioned that his lease was ending soon and he hoped the landlord didn't raise the rent on him too much. Before I knew what I was saying I heard myself say that if he lived here I would never raise his rent. I didn't fully hear his reply as my mind immediately went into a fit about having said that and it would take away my 'girl' time if I had a roommate. Mark was laughing so I guessed he took in as a joking comment. After dinner he got up and returned to the living room. Telling me to join him when I was finished.
I did the dishes with only one interruption to fetch Mark a beer when he called. I was hoping he wouldn't be able to see my stiff cock as I brought him his beer. I wasn't sure why I was aroused, but I was oddly eager to be alone so I could play with myself and kept finding my self rubbing my groin.
"Dude, your bathroom needs to be cleaned." he said when I finally came and joined him on the couch. "How about you make some baked chicken for tomorrow. And let's say 5 instead of 6 this time."
"You want to have dinner again tomorrow?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I kind of like to eat every night, and you're a pretty good cook, so it makes sense right?"
"I guess." I replied. I felt my heart flutter when he complimented my cooking.
Mark got up and I stood too, walking behind him to the door. At the door he stopped and turned to face me.
"Oh and I assume you have a dress or skirt to go with your makeup. Tomorrow, wear one of those. I haven't had a date in a while. Okay Danni." And before I could respond he turned and closed the door behind him.
I was frozen and felt my heart pounding in my chest as if it wanted to break out and run screaming in terror. 'To go with your makeup' he said. Oh my god. My mind raced as I walked to the bathroom. Sure enough in my race to get changed in to guys cloths I had neglected to remove my makeup. I was still wearing mascara, blush, eyeliner and even lipstick. My face looked like a woman. Hell my hair was even long and a little feathered back as I put it when being a girl. I had spent the entire evening with him looking like a girl! Not only that, but he didn't mind. In fact he invited himself back for tomorrow, telling me to wear a dress. What was I getting myself into.
That night, as I masturbated, my thoughts kept returning to serving him as I fondled myself. I knew the thrill of getting caught was making me horny and wondered what tomorrow night would bring. Was I totally caught. Would Mark come over or was he just playing with me.
I drifted to a fitful sleep with these thoughts in my head.
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