" "Ok, when you get off work, I want you to get into your car and drive to the small riverside park where we first met. You remember that park?" I ask...d her. "Oh yes, Master! I remember it very well," she said. I could hear the smile in her voice as she fondly remembered our first meeting. "Park on the south lot facing the little stone bridge. Call Me when you get there," I said. "Y, yes Master, " she moaned softly. I could hear the lust in her voice and I knew she must be getting damp from. ‘I love making you feel good any way I can. I intend to give you pleasure every chance I get.’ ‘But…but you didn’t come. What about you?’ she asked. Lee was carrying her toward the bedroom. ‘What about me?’ he asked. ‘You…you’re turned on,’ Abby whispered, her hands touching his face lightly, ‘I…I know you are.’ She looked around. ‘Where are you taking me?’ Lee pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and carried her through the doorway. ‘In here,’ he said. ‘Oh!’ Abby exclaimed, a smile. You think sissies stop being humans? You think our brainsare as reprogrammable as a computer? Do you think my mind is filled onlywith what you put there? I have my own desires, emotions, thoughts, andideas. Yes, your training rearranged some things in here" - I tap mytemple with a well-manicured, quite long, bright pink fingernail - "butyou can't dam up the entire ocean. You can dredge a new canal, divert astream or two, but the ocean is still the ocean." Do you enjoy being a sissy?" I have. "I have no idea. I have told you, I came across him laying on the ground and he said what he said, and you know the rest. Hell, you probably know more of what he died from than I do," I said a bit sourly."No one told you? Of course not. Massive chest trauma. He was hit with a great deal of force, something about a foot square in diameter hit him solidly in the chest. I am surprised he lived long enough to even talk to you," the detective said somberly.We talked a bit longer, and then he took.