He had long hair that was bunched up on the back of his head. He was wearing a pink button-down collared shirt and blue with vertical yellow striped p...nts.Randy spoke up, “Mr. Fairbanks,” He was immediately interrupted.“The name is Fayrbanke, Dagner Fayrbanke. and my preferred personal pronouns are Ze, Zir, Zim.”Everybody in the room stared at him, excuse me, Zim.Randy started back up, “Ok, Dagner. This meeting was called because of the multiple restraining orders, orders for protection, and. Carol and Joy? Wasn't that house owned by Carol's uncle, Ray? Bill did remember that Ray had voluntarily become a bottom at last Saturday's monthly Spanking Party. But, what else had changed?All of Bill's questions were multiplied when they arrived at Carol and Joy's house. He and Ron were led into the house and were greeted by its real owner, Ray. Only Ray was no longer Ray. Ray was standing there in a very subservient position wearing a very skimpy French Maid's uniform. He was totally. Lizabetta was now about the same age as Carole. The gas had left her in her late teens. With her looking the way she did, and with the strong sexual urges imparted by the gas, she had no desire to cause mortal sin to tempt her boys, or herself. Besides, another mouth to feed from the fruits of that small farm, and a useless woman at that, might tip the delicate balance of survival in that harsh existence to the minus side. There was no place for her there any longer. Terri had lost her. “In fact, you’re the first person she even told about it. That’s pretty amazing, really, but then again, I remember a scared little girl who’d been raped who thought you were safe enough to go to a dance with and tell about her problems.”“Me too!” I said, putting my hand on hers. “And that seems to have worked out well for both of us in the long run.”“It has. You still make me feel safe, Steve. I can be who I want to be, do what I want to do, and you’ll always be there to protect me, even if.