"In the end he got up the nerve and wanted to leave the slut of a wife behind and start over with a new wife. But somehow the Prince found out he was ...going to divorce her and made it very clear to him, if he divorced her and left her as a problem for him to deal with, something nasty would happen to the young soldier."So with a fear of death the young soldier sat back and did nothing."After a few months of his wife coming and going as she pleased, he confronted her for the last time, begged her. She and I were frustrated to no end, and, in spite of her calling friends to come have sex with me, I refused out of consideration for her, knowing that it would bother her that she couldn't join in. She finally, after another examination, was told she could have sex, once more. It was the LONGEST 15 minute drive of our lives to get home, we ever experienced.The surgery had occurred 3 months BEFORE her 31st birthday. She was left with a scar on her tummy, from her clit to her belly-button,. Out came the trusty stethoscope, and I was glued to their wall listening to every word.Oh my goodness, he was telling her in no uncertain terms that she was in deep trouble over her credit card spending and that he'd have to deal with it in the usual way. What did that mean, I wondered? "Get ready," was all he said, but she pleaded and begged with him to be forgiven, but to no avail. Suddenly, there was a silence that scared me for a moment, and then I heard a strange swishing noise, soon to be. A pair of short white nylon socks with lacy tops followed, and then apair of black, patent leather shoes with little straps across the instepthat looked again like they were for a little girl.Now, the astute reader will have realized by now, even though I didn'tat the time, that each time I went to Dr. Foster's office, I had indeedbeen hypnotized. He had also implanted three trigger phrases in mymind. The first was "Darling Danielle," that immediately took away mywill and my desire to wear.