Of course, as weeks progressed this slipped to the back of my mind. It was always nagging me, always there, never going away. Just not as prominent as...before. As the weeks went by her time of staying out got later and later. Progressively it went from midnight, to 2, to 3… one day she didnt come home til dawn. This had me frantic as I didn’t know what had happened. When she crawled in the front door, drunk as hell and messed up I looked at her. One simple sentence brought all hell’s fury down. Each of the girls sat on either side of me and I held out my hand inviting Michael to sit.He watched me open the laptop and boot it up. "You know Ral, I'm already password protected."I looked up. It must have been obvious what I was going to do. "Then you have nothing to fear, right?"He nodded. "And paranoia will help you; but you need friends, too, Ral. Friends that can do more than provide the energy for your power or fetch a computer for you."I scowled. I didn't know if he meant that as an. We all knew that Ruthie wanted to make a quick, clean break, and the rest of us, including Jim Howell, would go along with her wishes. Even so, we would have all really loved seeing old Danny Boy squirming in court while all his nastiness became known to the world, and to his sanctimonious friends in particular. Eventually, the need for food and coffee persuaded us to get out of bed and all three of us into the shower. As my hands laved Ruthie’s naked body, I could feel Pam taking more time. . but...he had to admit...the kiss gave him a feeling of sheer loveliness. It waspleasurable to him. Kissing this sweet sissified male in his corseletand... and whispering little feminine affections to him. He wondered whatthe man's real name was. Michael, maybe, or David?"Kiss me," he said softly, barely lifting his lips from SissySatinette's, and his penis jerked with a frisson of pleasure as he felt asoft push of lips against his own and a dainty vibration as a whimperrose from the sissy's.