My mom had laid out my outfit for my first day to school. A short pleaded skirt, a white blouse with lace collar, and stockings. I went to my lingerie...drawer and pulled out a training bra and some white bikini panties with flowers on them. I also pulled out a white camisole, because I did want my bra to show through the white blouse. I dropped the towel and pulled the panties up my legs. I carefully tucked my maleness between my legs. I looked in the mirror; it looked like I had a small mound.. " He nodded and the Secretary of Homeland Security took over."Brian, earlier today we heard from a paid informant that the mobsters in jail have found a way to communicate among themselves. They have hatched a plan to have all of us, ' he spread his arms to include Colleen, Mr. Bell, himself, the two judges, and the Attorney General, 'killed.'"As fast as we knew, Mr. Bell knew. We quietly surrounded the hotel and this floor, with enough agents and firepower to start and win a small war."As you. “Grandpa Joe?” she whined. “Don’t go, I’m sorry. Come back, I’ll be good.”I stormed out of the house, pretending that I was mad as a cat in water, but I was so turned on by her description that I was afraid that she could see my growing problem bulging out in front of my pants. I had to get away so I took the only logical course of action, a speedy retreat. As I went outside through the family room door and started to walk towards my rig, the flash of Lori’s bedroom light came from around. Despair and longing and terror reached unbearable heights in me as I went back to my seat.I'm a good actor but I couldn't conceal my hands shaking as I sat there, and I barely heard what she said as she continued. My head swam. She probed me about life with Mom, had her "problems" being "caught up in red tape and delayed" caused me much stress? How close were we? and various more invasive questions. I didn't know why she needed to know those. No wonder she wouldn't talk over the phone. She.