It was already 11 am on Sunday morning. He would normally have been at Sally's gravesite for his weekly visit by this time.Jim got up, his muscles ach...ing and his head still buzzing from his alcoholic binge. He dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. He stopped at a table that held the many photos of Sally and picked up a locket that Sally had often worn. Inside was a photo of Sally and him taken not long after they were married. It was the two of them, cheek to cheek, squeezed into one of those. She knew a little sister wasn’t the same as a new baby doll. She knew it meant she would no longer be the princess, her mama’s twinkling star, her daddy’s little lollypop.And so after interminable months of being constantly reminded of what was to come, she was told that little Magda had arrived. Mama came home from the hospital and Aunt Emma and Uncle Michael and Aunt Barbara and Uncle Robert and Aunt Sophie and Uncle Scotty clustered around the bed and oohed and awed as they passed the baby. Both were locked in small, pink CB-6000 chastitycages and had been locked-up for five weeks on the weekend I stayed withthem." And were the sissies well-trained and reflect well on their owner,Mistress Amanda?" Stephanie asked pointedly."Um, No Ma'am," stammered Prissy. "They would not make it if you weretheir owner. I mean they are still young, but they mess around whenMistress Amanda is busy or focused elsewhere." No excuse for sissies who do not represent their owners in the bestlight. But now he had no clothes on except underwear.He asked me to sit on the bed which i did. He took some magazines and sat beside me. He showed them to me. They were gay magazines. I was shocked that dad was showing me this.Dad are you out of your mind? Why are you showing this to me?Sathish. Do not try to fool me. I know that you are bisexual. I also know that you had sex with our insurance agent last week and that he fucked you which you liked a lot. Mom does not know about this.I was really.