.. but... Uncle..." Paul started. "Don't say a word Paul," Emily ordered the boy, "I am going to have to punish you for this Paul. The only punishment...fit for such a terrible thing, is a sound spanking. Drop your trousers at once." "Mum..." Paul started. Emily cut him off. "No buts Paul. You should be ashamed of yourself. Drop your trousers at once." she snapped. Paul opened his trousers and slowly let them fall down to his knees. "My god Paul," Emily said, "look at you...a sissy in girl's. In the bath, she found more of the same, her toiletries, or others of the same brand.She ran to the bed and got under the covers, again. She resisted, with all her might, pulling them over her head as if she was a little girl. She was known for her ability to deal with crises of any sort and she wasn't about to give in to panic, no matter how much she was tempted to do so.What she knew, so far, was she had definitely been abducted. At least that's the only thing that made sense. But why the. She asked me my fantasies.I told her the truth: I had managed to experience just about every fantasy I'd ever had, except the one involving the midget, the fat lady, the mule and the VW Microbus. She laughed and opened another bottle of wine. She liked scotch, I knew, but my entire liquor cabinet had been wiped out just before I met June. I'd been temporarily putting up a sometimes lover, a sleek little blonde who was visiting from West Germany, and found out she was an alcoholic when she left. He decided it would be best to play the role of the supportive husband. His wife's insanity would not be blamed on him.When Mother Parkhurst asked what he thought of Eleanor's nudity, he told the truth. However, he also added the part about supporting her anyway, something he certainly had not planned on. Part of the reason was his rather combative feelings toward the clan leader. Her opinion of him had never been a secret, and he was feeling ornery. If Mother Parkhurst did not approve of.