With her mind settled down, she took a shower. She loved her big en-suite bathroom, with the huge glass-walled shower with multiple shower heads. It w...s something she’d insisted on when they’d had this house built, and she never regretted the extra cost involved. Her husband had made a ton of money as an investment banker, and after the divorce settlement, she had no worries whatsoever herself. She was careful with her money, even if she didn’t need to be. She’d buy a few nice things for. The plan was all too clear – listen to the music and let it drill its way into your head, or talk…and actively become more like Trixie. Brooke suddenly had the mental image of seeing her blabber away into the microphone, and felt sick. That’s what they wanted her to be. A stranger to herself. So she opted for door number three – bury herself under the blanket, cover her ears, and try to remember her true self as best she could, locking out Candy Records’ attempts to change it. — Hours passed.. Marlene Dietrich made it even possible for women to wear trousers. At some 'Jerry Springer' type show he saw how the audience reacted to a man who told of his love for panties and he decided to keep his feelings a secret to anyone. This secret kept him single, although women kept falling for him.Underneath his clothing he often wore stockings, bras and panties. He ordered them by mail order. He didn't dare to buy them in public at the mall, afraid of being detected. He even had ordered them. There were beds in all the rooms, even the lounge.On the end wall of the main lounge was a large tin-type sepia photograph of a noosed man, hooded and hanging, naked with bound ankles and wrists bound behind his back; toes pointing down to the ground several inches out of reach. Either side of the hanged man stood a crowd of smiling women, pertly dressed in white blouses and long floor-length skirts. My cock stiffened as I viewed the photo, which I assumed was of a lynching from over 100 years.