Fran put on her biker vest, jumped on the bike and Tom swung up behind her. The back of her vest read, “IF YOU CAN READ THIS, MY SLUT BOY FELL OFF.” Fran parked on South Padre Island Drive (SPID) several blocks from a shopping center. They walked facing oncoming traffic and she instructed Tom to walk on the street side slightly behind her. SPID is the main artery, it was five PM and traffic was bumper to bumper. None of his painful and humiliating training had prepared Tom for this. He now learned the true meaning of humiliation, shame, embarrassment or whatever terrible degradation he could imagine feeling. There were cat calls, whistles, and women asking Fran if she rents her guy out. A man in a sports convertible stopped at a red light and asked Tom if he was starting a new fashion tren
