"That's perfect, Ed. Most of my guys have day jobs. Hell, this isn't the most reliable career to have. But I know you'll make us better, too. You ever... tried singing?" God, no!" I laughed. "I sound like a walrus gargling. You don't want me opening my mouth," I asserted, shaking my head negatively."Okay," he laughed in return. "Somehow I doubt you are quite that bad, but I'll bow to your wishes. I'm just happy to have you aboard."I joined the union and began work with Fox that Friday evening at. For several weeks, I had been afraid that my girls, tired of having to put up with the rotation they were on to spend time in bed with me, would decide to tie me to the bed and simply have their way with me, one after another, after another. I have always suspected that it would be an agonizing, and yet, amazing way to die.Looking around at the women looking at me from the playground, I had a sinking feeling that I was about to find out just what that death would be like.More and more faces. Accross the side of my nose and cheek. I screamed and held my bleeding nose."Dan what the fuck are you doing. Pull over now"He ignored me and carried on driving. Fast."Dan you fucking fucker, let me out of this car now" I wanted to sound tough but my voice was breaking, i was crying, my face bleeding. I tried a few more time, pleading, crying, screaming at him to let me out but he ignored me. After 10 minutes of this i stopped. I cried quietly to myself, my face wasnt bleeding but it was. The underwear was finished off with a black silky cami-top and matching underskirt. He was not prepared for how the clothes felt against his body, he had never tried this before and it was all very confusing. "OK so far? Now for the frock!" The dress was black with long sleeves in a traditional Victorian style, very fitted to his new curves and hung just below the knee. A white lace-trimmed apron was wrapped around his waist and the top part was pinned over his bust. "Sandra will do your hair.