”A pretty nurse went to him and said, “You and your sister aren’t eating or drinking anything anyway, so no need to worry about the food.”“I...’m starving!” the girl said.A man came over, placed both of her bionic legs on the table in front of her, and said, “You have a choice to make here, young lady. Have whatever food was cooked somewhere else and brought in here for dinner, or get new legs. Got your attention?”“Can I eat after if I don’t like what is behind door number two?” she asked. I wanted to dress fully and, remembering whatmother's second note told me, I glided, fully aware of my attire,relishing, glorying in the feelings, to the guest room and the treasuresthat were promised within. On reaching the wardrobe I slowly opened thedoor. It had always been empty, but tonight there was a whole rack ofgorgeous fripperies for me. Gowns and dresses, all in luxurious fabrics,were there, and all new. Not one had I seen before. I took one out andlooked at it. I knew my mother's. She looked about my age, and was totally gorgeous. She had big green eyes and long flowing reddish brown hair. She was about 5'4", really curvy and had nice big tits. She had on a blouse and skirt and a big sunhat."Hello," she said with a really sexy Irish accent. "I'm Claire. I've seen you around." I'm Timmy. We'll be here a few more days." I live here." Claire had been scouting for talent when she saw this cute American boy with the massive bulge in his shorts."Really? That's cool." It never. I just ... I don't know, I..." Pete, it's o.k.," I said reassuringly. "What is it?" He took a breath and continued."Frank, I was with Dylan a couple of days ago." He waited to see how I would react. I was pretty sure he didn't know I had been with Amber, which was probably why he seemed so nervous. But I thought it best to let him continue. I simply nodded indicating he should go on. "I feel so guilty, Frank. I feel like I should have told you or, asked you or something. But I swear, she came.