I don’t know where I’d live around there, not to mention the job situation.”“Hon,” she said, “You’re an RN. You can HAVE a job.”“Age...cy,” I said. “Played that game.”“Uh ... Buddy? Mister Fontenot? Your boyfriend?” she asked.“Three days ago I was sitting on a rooftop with water up to the eaves at my feet. Buddy Fontenot came up the street in his fishing boat and rescued me and my neighbors. I helped him rescue a couple dozen more people that day. He gave me a place to stay until I get things. My favorite video arcade wasn’t far away, and although it might be early for any action, I thought I’d try.When I drove up, I noticed a few cars in the lot; maybe I would get some action after all. I paid my $5 fee and stepped into the newly remodeled arcade to see what might be happening. The very first booth had its door ajar a bit with a young guy, probably early 20s playing with his dick through his fly. That looked interesting, but I wanted to give the whole place a walk-through before I. She marched me right in and told the owner "My sissylittle husband here needs a southern belle gown. He's goingto a masquerade."The owner was an attractive woman in her forties with long,curly red hair tied back in a ponytail. I am sure she hadfound costumes for other men in drag, but her smile told meshe could see right through me - that I was enjoying this."Well, what is your sissy's name?" You can call her Missy," said Mistress."All right, Missy, please come this way. I think I can findyou a. It appears it has been laid out before me."Yurton paused, and for a moment Jollis believed the implication of his statement had come through. The Holy Order was not a ruling body. They did not dictate. They espoused their teachings, and the Inonni followed out of a mutual desire to remain an Enlightened and civilized society. Yet Jollis' simple statement had accused Yurton of betraying this central philosophy."Then it is well and good you came to me, Wanderer," said Yurton. "If all you needed.