"When I hung up, I called the number on the business card that Mary gave me. It turned out to be a direct line to her office and she picked up."Hi ...... good morning. How are you?" I asked."Hi, and good morning to you, Ruel. I'm fine. I'm very fine, in fact," she said with a very cheerful tone."I just got off the phone with Calvin and he's gung-ho to help us. But he kind of worried me a bit when he warned us not to tell anyone about what we know and what happened to us. He doesn't want you to. Faith was thinking about what Brenda meant and she didn't want to lose this friend. The only real friend she had. She reached over and took Brenda's hand. "Jeez, Brenda. Wanna know a secret? I liked it too. Do you hate me now?" She giggled, teasingly. Brenda looked at her and her smile opened wider. She squeezed Faith's hand and leaned in to give her a kiss. Faith was startled at first. But she wanted to see. She wanted to know what it was like. Her lips touched Brenda's and they both had dry. Unlike our senior partner who goes out of her way to tell you girls how well you're doing, the junior partners tend to take it all for granted and just grump. Joan, we really do appreciate it in spite of the way we usually act, and hope you like our gift."The girl opened the box. Inside was a full-length nutria fur coat. Ginger shook it out and held it for her to try on. Joan shrugged into it. Tears came to Ali's eyes watching the girl pull the coat tight around her face and snuggle in the fur. She lifted the skirt to see my lacey panties and my now shriveled penis sticking out of the top. "Please! Honey I can explain." I cried, almost in tears. She slapped my face! "SHUT UP!" She screamed as I stumbled in my heels and fell to the floor. She towered over me. "Is this what you do when I go out of town on business? My god look at you! You're supposed to be a man and look at you. I come home to find my husband dressed up like some kind of fucking sissy faggot mincing around and pulling.