Chuck and I ride the train home together every day as well (more torture). So when we got on the train we were laughing and playing around like usual ...xcited that we were out for the remainder of the day. “What are you doing when you get home?” Chuck asked. I was going to relax and chill for the most of the day. He asked me to come chill with him at his house. I agreed, but still wanted to go home and change out of my dress clothes. So around 2:00pm he came and picked me up. We don’t live far. A whip, similar to the one Scott was using on Jean, appeared in herhands. ?Whip me, Mistress,? she said. Emma took the whip with a delighted gleamin her eyes, and proceeded to shackle Betsy to the overhead chains. Soon thesound of Betsy?s agonized screams joined Jean?s in the mental dungeon. It wasn?t long before Scott?s hunger overrode his desire to explore his andJean?s fantasies, and he took her down and pushed her face-down, bent overan old wooden raping table, and proceeded to fuck Jean. There just wasn’t a lot to do. When I tried to talk to the patients I was told to ‘mind my business’ and ‘let them rest.’ Obviously, the vast majority of the patients were elderly. It was a new experience for me, and I felt like I was contributing some goodness to the world. I had a designated section to tend to. I knew all of them well because most of the elderly would end up staying at the hospital for a few nights. I loved trying to bring some happiness to Margaret, Edith, Wilbur, and. Yes I took off my nail extensions but obviously painted my nails black likeany other Goth would.I wanted to dress just like a normal boy and got out my Marilyn Manson teeshirt, my boxer shorts and a pair of socks to put on.However, despite my best intentions, I again found myself putting back onmy bra, my petticoat, my panties and my fishnet pantyhose before coveringit up with my new tee shirt and trousers.I wanted to stop there. It looked a bit masculine despite the visiblepanty line and bra.