"What happened?" asked Patrick in a squeaky voice.Bobby pantomimed boxing again, and then made the same motions he would as if breaking something in h...lf with his hands. He let his head flop sideways and made his tongue hang out, slumping."You killed him?!" squealed Emily. "You killed the Umpelty Oog?!"Bobby straightened up and dusted his hands again, smiling. Then he went to the closet door and swung it wide, as if to show them it was now empty.Patrick edged into the room, craning his neck to. Adding to that was a brand new feeling that dovetailed into mysubmissive streak, embarrassment. I was flush with embarrassmentstanding before this man wearing woman's clothes from the skin out.Worse, he had selected all the items and knew exactly what I had onunder the dress. Hoping to change the subject I said, "The table looks great. Isthere anything I can help with?" "No, everything is all ready. Just come sit down." Nealresponded, pulling a chair out for me. The meal turned out well. We rested, legs wound together, and when she got her breath, she sighed, "Enough, enough for now."I kissed her forehead sweetly, rolled out and buttoned up."I've got some chores that need doing?" she said, up on one elbow, smiling at me as she tucked one large boobie back into her bodice."Like the ones we just did?" I asked."No," she giggled, "harder work. Look up. You can see through the roof."So I found the ladder and did some patching and reshingling for her and then split a bit of fire. Dave remembered Arnold from when he was growing up; he'd long been moved out of the house across the street; in fact, his kids had been among Dave's babysitters when he was little. It turned out JoAnne had already called Arnold about the house, whether it might still be available, and it was. Arnold said he'd rather have it occupied than empty, and was willing to work with Dave on a relatively short-term rental. After a few minutes, he invited Dave over to check it out.Since things were.