. it's not a letter, Reverend. It's... oh Sir... pictures... awful pictures."Remembering how he'd got into Patience Holloway, Wilson's heart and a low...r down organ jumped at the thought that the pictures the woman had might be of a similar nature. "I'm sure anything you've seen is perfectly natural and has a reasonable and Godly explanation, Sister." The preacher took the envelope from the woman's hand although she was reluctant to release her grip on it.As Wilson began to slide the photos from. Therewas the sound of a helicopter arriving overhead and a quick upwardglance out the window showed Singh that it was only a regular medevacchopper. Singh turned on the radio in his car and shifted to thefrequency that Fitzhugh had given him. The sound of the F.R.Tcommunications net wafted up around him in tinny voices as the carturned toward the Grove itself.As they made their way through the late morning traffic that quicklyshifted to clear a path for them, he thought about what the doctor. Her dark eyes constantly smoldering, her full lips always slightly tilted in a sinister smirk. She had the face of a Madonna and the soul of a succubus. To see her was to want her, and to want her was to be damned. All I wanted now was to hate her, after all, she was the one who did this to me. I was supposed to be her Master, but she saw something else inside me, and teased it out of me one squirt at a time. Now that I had the body to match my inner beauty and I'd become just another sissy. I walked over to her dresser and went through her drawers till I found the one that she keeps her panties and bra's in. I picked out a matching panty and bra that was white with lace trim. The bra had a small pink rose between it's cups and the panty had the same rose on the middle of it's waist. They looked like woman's underwear but the rose said to me that it was still a little bit girlish. I also pulled out a pair of white tights that I had seen my sister wear with this outfit. I loved the.