Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt something wrong, but she simply didn't care at this point. Alice wanted those eyes, she wanted to stay in ...hem forever. Robert's voice was also there; it seemed far away and distant, yet as if it was right there in here ear, as if she has known that voice all her life. It said, "You are under my total control, young Alice. You are mine, and you shall be my slave forever. Sleep now, my dear slut. Sleep...sleep...sleep" Robert's voice droned on the. Twistingthe bra around and slipping up the shoulder straps, he realized it wasinside out. He tried again, this time with the bra inside out as hestarted, and it was right this time. He pulled up the panties, and foundthat they were a very stretchy rayon type fabric that hugged his skin andheld his penis in place between his legs. He lifted the dress over hishead and let it slip down into place. Looking in the mirror, he sawhimself in a dress. This is crazy, he thought to himself. Though. He's pissed off about something and he wants somebody he can yell at to make him feel better. His eyes light on me and then move to someone else. I'm not even a caddy yet, so I'm kind of beneath his notice, and not really under his thumb yet either. "You, fuckface, quit trying to hide, get your ass out to the pro shop, you're carrying a single for Mrs. Diamond."You have to understand, Mrs. Diamond was the world's worst golfer, the slowest, and hands down, the one person caddies most hated to. He had to exhaust himself every day so he could have any hope of falling asleep before midnight. Living without screens helped.He got out of bed and splashed water in his face from a nearby wash basin to pry sleep’s tight fingers off his mind. He pulled on his clothes and gear and left his room. The employees of the inn had just woken up like him and had yet to even light the kitchen flames. Breakfast was not on his mind right now. He left the inn and stepped out into the street, yet to receive.