"That's so much better Clarice! You look simply marvelous! Shall we go?" It was a rhetorical question of course. Her driver took us to the garden part...y, where I was introduced to everyone as her Granddaughter, Clarice. It lasted several hours, and by the time we returned home my waist was killing me. "You did very well today Clarice. A bit awkward now and then, but very nice for a boy in a dress. You may change if you wish. Dinner will be in two hours." Mrs. Handle was there to untie the laces. He stood in front of me with his hands on his hips looking at me with a sinister smile on his face. “With your clothes on I can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl so why don’t you show me you’re a boy an’ take off your clothes for me?”“Please, don’t make me do that, sir.” I pleaded with him.“Sumthin’ wrong with your hearing? Take your damn clothes off and do it nice an’ slow.”I really wasn’t in any position to argue the point or plead for mercy with him standing in front of me with his robe. His own imagination plays with his mounting desire, each picture toying with what he is hoping will soon be his reality. He rinses the last of the suds, steps out and dries, then dresses in what he hopes will meet with her approval. It is masculine, yet sensual, comfortable, and accessible. His heart beats loud in his ears as adrenaline surges through his entire length. He exits the room in search of a surrender then a conquest. His ears follow the sound of soft music, as it leads his eyes. " Exactly. You don't even have to be a crime lord or the dictator of acountry. Look no further than those ass-hat political appointees weused to work for back on the force."Amen," agreed Sam. "Complete tools. They were handed positions thatthey weren't even remotely qualified for, and they let the authority goto their heads. That's the main reason we're sitting in this car." I never want to turn into a tyrant, especially not with Amy." Trishwanted to make Amy happy, and she would do almost.