"What have I told you, Mother dear? When we're in the bedroom together, you are to address me as Master, just like when we're in public, ok?" My Mothe...r held my gaze for a moment, then sighed and said, "Yes, Master, how would you like me to serve you this morning?" I gazed into the depths of my Mothers aquamarine eyes and reflected on the events of the past week. I'd had a Frightening encounter on M-day, that's what they'd started calling the day the call went out, allowing Men to do whatever. But men can only change how they act. Not how theyfeel. And what they feel when they see a pretty sissyhas always been the same ? pure lust.Our little journal reaches into every man?s pants andstrokes him to a messy conclusion.It?s like the newspapers in New York. If you surveypeople about which newspaper they read, about 80%will say the New York Times. But if you look at thecirculation, the Daily News outsells the Times byabout two to one.Except for me and twelve lobbying groups who are. ..Jack has like a drooling ten-year-old with an annoying habit of wanting to touch everything he laid eyes on.Copping the odd feel here and there would nine out of ten times earn him a black eye but he had always proved to be harmless which was why no one ever complained about him and Joyce was sure that Jenny from the third floor loved it.Office life was indeed nothing to pride one's self on but neither was it a complete soul-sucking experience as portrayed in films. It was the repetition that. She attempted to keep herself busy with her part time job and the rigors of establishing her new home but felt that it was not fair for her to be without her family and alone. One afternoon, her new neighbor Jane rang the doorbell and asked Fran if she would like to get together the next morning with some of her friends for a glass of wine. Fran was very excited! She had always been a social animal and wanted, no needed some new friends to fill the void in her life. The next morning, Fran woke.