"I got a supply of capsules from a guy I know. He swears by them. Some of the stories he's told me ... man! He's into some weird shit, too! Maybe I sh...uld introduce you. I think he'd like you."They're a blend of Scopolamine, Rohypnol and a mild narcotic. Don't worry. I only gave her half a dose."He glanced at his watch and said, "In a few minutes she'll do anything she's told. She won't have a care in the world. And in the morning she won't remember a thing. She'll have an ass kicking headache.. I was still on fire from what happened the day before and felt my young cock grow hard and my hands shook as I started the car! I told my mother Miss Shelby had some yard work for me to do today! It was a hot summer day in the South and a light wind stirred as I got out of the car at her house early that morning! She meet me at the door with a light smile and told me to hurry up and come inside! Once inside her old victorian house she ordered me up stairs to the third floor. I could here the. Only if you are, this could be a way to overcome my 'Sir Hectorproblem'."I had no choice, I confessed, "I'm sorry Mum, but yes, I do still likedressing up as a woman. I promise that after that incident when youcaught me at it, I stopped. But then when I started at ManchesterUniversity I discovered that there was a very strong Gay andTransgendered scene in the city. I'm not gay but I have occasionallygone out into The Village - that's the area around Canal Street -dressed as a woman. I have. The asshole is dead meat."Catherine Barrow cried her eyes out on our sofa. She never went home that night; she stayed with us. The next day she went to her lawyer's and got the ball rolling.Clyde was served with papers at his work and with a restraining order that same day; and then Catherine went home. Some weeks later, word was that she had taken the miserable shit to the cleaners. I breathed easier; I had been thinking of ruder ways to deal with him, but the results we had achieved seemed to.