Ivana Pushing Sissy's Limits

Karen was there and so were Mary and her husband, John.

"We're all drinking," John said. "Boys will be boys. I'm sure Burke is sorry for any misunderstanding."

That fight instinct in a male surged up in me. If I'd had a gun, I would have shot Burke. That fucker tried to rape me and John's bullshit comment made it worse. I was ready to call the police.

"Take a deep breath, Baby," Ivana said to me then looked over at Burke.

"Leslie, I apologize," Burke said staring right at me.

He did seem sorry.

"You've been at all these parties dressed up and looking pretty," Burke said. "Tonight, you're so demure and elegant, so diminutive and graceful. I got so drunk I started wondering what it would be like to fuck you. Then you let me dance with you."

"That sends a message to a man," John chimed in. "You have to be careful."

"You did let him kiss you for a long time," Ivana said.

I wasn't having it and Ivana immediately sensed me about to tell everyone to fuck off. Burke was drunk and full of shit. They were making it seem like it was my fault.

"Leslie does look very pretty tonight," Ivana said to get everyone in the room to acknowledge it. At that moment, I knew Ivana was about to test my limit. I was as scared as I was insulted and angry.

"And you are sorry, aren't you?" Ivana asked Burke. "There's no excuse, right?"

"Oh, you're right," Burke said. "Leslie, that was totally uncool of me."

"Leslie," Ivana said. "Do you accept his apology?"

"Yes," I said having no other alternative.

"Mary and John, I think we can handle this," Ivana said. "We don't want to keep you from your guests any longer."

I had to hug Mary and shake John's hand before they left.

Burke stood with his hands on his hips at the end of the bed. I was on the opposite wall pressed against the curtains. Ivana and Karen stood next to each other at the door.