He never dressed up. He fidgeted with his tie, unable to tie it. When she saw him, Callie was pleased at how handsome he looked in his new clothes."Da...ddy," Jessica ran and threw her arms around his legs. "I'm sick and mom is still making me go to this stupid ball thingy."Cade knelt down and looked Jessica in the eye, "You don't look very sick to me." I have the plague," Jessica informed him. "See" and she opened her mouth wide to show Cade.He stifled a laugh, wondering where she had heard of. I took the third race off, but bet on the fourth and fifth even though I didn’t get any flashes. I always bet and lost at least twice to avoid suspicious officials at the track. I bet twenty in the sixth race for us and for dad, receiving a decent payback of $392.20 on each bet. We made our real money on the ninth race, betting the exacta—twenty for us and ten for dad at more than 1900 to 1. I had to go into the pari-mutual offices to collect, taking two certified checks in lieu of cash. Just not men. They were ‘boy wives.’ I found that an interesting idea. Make the sissy as much like a woman as possible, but never stop reminding her that she is a boy. Tease her for it. Make her feel that incompleteness. Make her depend on you.While I do consider it to be greatly important to make a sissy wear the most womanly of clothes, there is also something appealing about making her dress like a tomboy. To make it so that when she does wear male clothes, she still does not look like a. " But Devlin, we can fix things. I've been growing away from the Church, and..."She shook her head. "Somehow I don't believe you." She held up her hand when he opened his mouth. "I know you might think you mean it, but I have my doubts. Your Church controls you, and you don't even see it. They won't let you go." I know we have had some differences," Jeff said. "I know I may have made some mistakes, but I know we can work them out. We're so perfect together, Devlin."She sighed as she studied his.