And since time is of the essence and the whole situation has escalated, they need to get in to headquarters fast.“Alright, but if my car disappears ...I’m taking yours,” she says with a devious grin.“As long as get to drive it every now and again,” Spencer counters.“Deal,” she agrees.Humor has always been something both the agents could use to escape the pressures of their work or any of the situations they came across. Because of this and the chemistry the two have formed, it has become something. I got to like the pain-killers though and that was a problem. The doctors pulled me off of them as soon as I told them I was worried about addiction from my own reactions. After that, I had to make do with far less impressive relief and I struggled through most of April.Dad finally came to see me about a week before I was released. He hated to fly and the roads through Colorado were too treacherous in winter to drive, but he finally managed to find a window of decent weather and drove down to. "You're going to be sooooo darling when we're finished," Chrissy laughedas the girls finished up. Jennifer finally took a black scarf and tiedit around Prissy's head so as to prevent him from seeing the remainderof the transformation, but not so tightly as to mess his makeup.Panties, a real boned corset, stockings, heels, and bra followed inshort order. A slip, unlike any Prissy had worn so far, was drawn up hislegs, and a dress was carefully dropped over his wig and zipped up therear. He could. "Oh ... they don't die. No, they just end up back in their own worlds and not together. However, it was still very sad at the end." Is that the story that made you cry?" Yes, it was." Who wrote it?" This from one of the other girls."That I'm not going to tell you. You can share your stories with each other, but I am not going to single out anyone. If I do read a passage from a story, it will be in a way that hides the identity of the author."I was deathly afraid that she would slip up and.