No sense traumatizing him worseby making him wear a dress. Then they were off to Daniel's room, where Danielwas told to sit and make no noise. In fact... the closet would be an excellentplace to hide. She brought him some food, since he'd have to skip dinner.There was no opportunity that evening for Jean to try and resurrect her son.Well, she thought, it won't hurt him to spend one night as a girl. She justhoped she could figure out how to turn him back.***In the morning Jean finally got everyone. He speaks calmly, in a matter-of-fact tone. He has joined us at the table of a restaurant Alia has chosen that evening. I do not respond outwardly to what he says as a result of the drug, but I am totally aware of everything. Alia is resting her hand on the back of his, and she is smiling at me. Alia, I’ve noticed all evening, is posturing to take full advantage of her provocative outfit. Her silk skirt rides up over her stockings, showing bare white flesh. All evening Viktor’s fingers have. Mrs.?Who is this?"-Me "This is Ms. Sullivan."-Ms. Sullivan "Ok ill tell her."-Me "Thanks, bye."-Ms. Sullivan "Bye."-Me I put the phone down "Well now that that is out of the way time to do what I have been wanting to do for months!"-Me I got my phone and looked through my pictures. I found the right one, the picture was a picture of Elliot in a bikini. I stared at it for a moment then I looked down, an erection was building up. I instantly pulled down my jeans and boxers and jumped on my bed. I. The sudden take-off startled-and further angered her. He hadn’t even given her a change to reprimand him for his boldness and lack of respect. She was ready and willing to completely loose her religion on this-this ‘thug.’ But he’d pulled the rug out from under her with one quick slap to Buttercup’s rump. ‘Damn him!’ she thought. ‘Damn that…’ then she realized that she hadn’t even learned his name. She had truly lost the upper hand. ‘How in the world did that happen?’ she wondered. Her.