I know what a sacrifice that must have been for you," I replied."So you are here because you feel guilty is that it?" Sandra asked."First, I want to s...y that things weren't exactly platonic between me and Jessica after you left, but nothing major happened, mostly because I was not ready. If you are asking me if I feel guilty. Sure I feel guilty and Jessica does too, but that is not the reason why I am here," I answered."You're confusing me, Martin. Why the hell are you here then?" Sandra asked. Their father was sprawled in a chair, his head hanging back, arms and legs akimbo, his trench coat open, though he was no longer wearing his boxer shorts with hearts and lips, that he was in fact totally naked, his cock dangling down between his legs.Their mother was sprawled where their father had apparently dropped her, on the sofa, her head and shoulders back on the sofa, one of her legs dangling off the edge onto the floor, her trench coat wide open and she also totally nude. " I had one for years and decided to grow it back," grinned Tyrone, stroking his reborn moustache."There she is," interrupted Ally, as she looked in through the one-way mirror.Margo Simon, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a black navy watch cap was led in by two guards. She lacked any trace of body hair due a physical condition called Alopecia Universalis. Her ankles were shackled. Her wrists were also shackled to a chain around her waist.Margo sat down and stared at the mirror. She lifted up her. After the meeting Clint followed him to his office. He acted as ifhe didn't mind wearing a dress, but Raquel wasn't sure. "I have to tell you about yesterday. First I went to the beautyparlor. Cindy is really something else. She did say she was the onewho told your wife how to get you into a dress. It was all a setup, you know?" Raquel told him he suspected as much. "Then I went to the dress store you went to and asked for Margaret.She understood me when I told her how I had to wear a dress to.