Bobbie had a lot of friends who gave me their best evil-eye, but backed away when I faced them the way I had with Bobbie. "Whatcha doin'", Angie asked...? She pulled a chair up next to me and instantly began to rub my neck. She had started this touching stuff right after the court hearing. I pushed my shoulders back into her hands and relaxed. "That feels really good," I said. Angie smiled. "Can I ask you something," she said. "Sure. Go ahead"."It's personal."I laughed. There wasn't much we hadn't. But you...”. I stammered.“What you’re trying to say, Bob, is that I don’t look queer? We don’t all go around with flowers in our hair and talk in high pitched voices.”“Yes, of course Adrian. Sorry no offence intended mate.”“None taken. It is just as well that I look straight. I still live at home with my parents. I will probably emerge from the proverbial closet one day, but I’m not ready yet. The big disadvantage, of course, is that I can’t take any guys home with me. Well not like that, I. As i was dragged slowly down the corridor, Mistress White told me "this isour slave holding facility, the first cage is empty as you can see, thatswhere you will go after the tour, the first 4 cages are the slaves whohave only recently arrived, all our training and transformation facilitiesare at the far end, that way every time they are taken for their basicfeminization and training they see what may possibly await them. the firstthing we do to break them is permanent make up tattooed on and. He was no fool, he knew she flirted with the younger men who came into the shop. Not that there were many. Coronado was mostly inhabited by retirees from the US and Canada with a sprinkle of other nationalities. The Panamanian families who owned houses were all quarantined in the city and couldn’t get there.“Sure, a bocadillo would be nice.”“Good, I will go home and then come back with it.”She walked out the door and then down the street to where they lived a couple of blocks away.Larissa stood.