"Elizabeth?" I couldn't see her face, but the sound of her voice tore at my nerves.She was cold and distant, "You are a fool Robert! You never were ve...y well organised." She sounded exasperated - the way she did when I fell short of her high standards of personal discipline. But this time there was no hint of a loving edge in her voice."Don't you remember? I made sure you'd know who had been chosen for you."Chosen for me? How did these two get in? And who was the other one by the window?"Look,". I took it with good grace because I knew it was a case of swings and roundabouts. Thank God that we didn’t allow sex or pawing in the bar or dining room, for I couldn’t have taken it in there as well. It was bad enough to watch another man’s cock being shoved into her during the day without having to watch it in the bar during our evening drink session. As it was, I didn’t have lunch or dinner in the dining room over that period, as I didn’t want to sit at a table all on my own to watch her. "Men don't wear camisoles," I said."Real men have always worn camisoles," Annie had replied."Rubbish," I had said.Annie opened up her laptop."You show me one company that makes camisoles for men and I will wear yourcamisole!" I had foolishly replied.That was when I was introduced to hommemystere.That evening I had worn her black lace camisole for the first time. Anniehad stood there in a red lace bra and panties. She was also wearing amatching suspender belt and red fishnet stockings and some. "I'm counting on you.This is very important." Okay, dad." Don't forget to get the account number, too," the young man's fatherreminded. "They'll give you that when you set up the account. Write itdown, and bring it to me when you get back."Stanley nodded. "Will do." Stan." Cameron lifted an index finger, pointing it towards his son ashe headed for the front door. "You're the man."As Cameron watched his son hurry off towards the bus stop, he let out arelaxed sigh, although he certainly had.