Sandy comes to visit me

I jumped back, ashamed that I had gone this far without disclosing my deepest secret to her. After all, I felt strongly about her, yet withheld this from her. Sandy again asked whether I was feeling well, and I explained that I just didn’t want to complicate our wonderful friendship. To which, Sandy replied, “life is complicated sometimes, and you are a complex girl. That is what I like about you.” I melted! I vowed to tell her everything. I looked into her eyes and told her that I had strong feelings for her, yet I just couldn’t bring myself to reveal my secret. Sandy leaned over and kissed me firmly, vigorously, and passionately, and I kissed her back.

We continued to kiss and fondle each other when suddenly Sandy stood up and told me-not asked, mind you, but told me to take off my skirt and join her in her bed. I watched as she slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall down her shapely legs, landing in a bunch around her feet. She stood there-a goddess, wearing only a tiny black thong and a smile. I knew that it was now or never-either I had to tell her everything or I would have to run, never to see my love again. I resolved to tell her.

“Sandy, my dear, there is something you have to know about me” I said as I slowly unzipped my skirt. “You see, and I hope you will forgive me, but I was born with...., well, um, I don’t know what to say. I was born with this” I said as I dropped my skirt, horrified that she would scream, or worse yet, tell me that she hated me and ask me to leave. Instead, I was shocked when Sandy said “I knew the minute you walked into the bar, dear.” I had suspected from some of the things you had written. The little hints, the cues, like you wanted to tell me, but that you didn’t have the courage to do so.” Sandy continued: “While you are forgiven, you did deceive me, and for that you must be punished.” My heart raced. Relieved that Sandy had not thrown me out of her room, I was now scared of the punishment she might have in mind.