It was all happening so quickly,and she was giving in completely. With each step, she was being draggeddown even more."Good girl," he said as he hande... her a leather jacket. "You might aswell get used to this. You're never going to dress as a man ever again.I find the idea of shemales like you dressing as a man offensive. Youhave forfeited the right be a man, so you might as well accept wearingdresses and skirts." Chapter 7They walked several blocks to his car.. "You have some minor bruising from the cane but Mistress Jane is anexpert dominatrix and other than some sore muscles I believe you are inexcellent physical health. We can talk about the mental recovery overbreakfast. Mistress Jane had a very late evening and won't likely risebefore this afternoon. I just saw our guest to her vehicle so it's justyou and me this morning. Why don't you clean up and I will lay out somecasual clothes for you. I won't relax Jane's requirement for the shoesand. She saw him as a wounded animal who deserved another chance. I took comfort in the fact that she loved me, she understood that he lied about me, and that rest of the workforce shared my thoughts on him. Even though he managed to bed many female colleagues through the years, that later on claimed it was a mistake, and that everyone makes mistakes, and that they were embarrassed for it. Whatever they claimed, they gave it up for the men that could most accurately be described as Biff Tannen’s. Ralph, a rather nervous and seedy looking individual in his late twenties who appeared to be heavily partaking of his own methamphetamine products, was the nominal manager of a regional telemarketing call center in the county seat. Frankly, even this was probably beyond his limited managerial capabilities, but in this nepotistic county there was always some mostly harmless place to put the idiot sons and nephews to give them some sort of useful work. Allegedly, he and some old school buddies.