."I dropped the receiver back on the hook."Pricilla, do you know how to reach John? He's at the office, I think."Pricilla picked up the phone and dial...d a number, then handed it to me. "Mr. John just called and ask me to send Wilson for him and Mr. Jeff. He hasn't had time to get there yet, so they should still be at the office," she told me.He was, and I started to tell him what had happened when he abruptly cut me off."Can you do what you did for Sarah from there?" he asked cryptically."Sure,. Everything about being a girlwas reinforced, first all day at school and all night at home, but shestill kept the secret of her father's job no matter how they tried towheedle it out of her.As I said before I became very interested in this because I knew thatTom then, had no interest in girl's clothes let alone change sex.So, I called up Mr Jones on the number he had given me and explained thesituation and what I had found out, There was a pause on the telephone,it was if Mr Jones were talking. I was so fucking scared that I couldn’t move.We weren’t alone. The girlfriend was there as well. She sat tucked next to him, gripping Bec’s legs as she helped the man pin my poor roommate in place. What was her name? Pearl, that’s it. And his name was Dan. They seemed so nice before.I figured they were pretending because the shrink was around. But he was gone so they’d stopped pretending to be nice.I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s how people are.I was shaking like a leaf. I was trapped. ‘God damn you’ she said to my back, ‘I wouldn’t hurt you to try and be a decent human being for once in your life!’ The wrong thing to say and the wrong tone of voice to say it in. I turned to her and said: ‘You want my help? Okay, I’ll help you. All you have to do is climb in my truck with me and give me a blow job. Either that or the parking lot is full of cars so go find someone else to help you.’ ‘Would I be trying to do this myself if I could have gotten anyone else to help me? I tried,.