I couldn't see a thing, but the darkness sat heavily on my eyes before written words appeared. The instructions were to read questions and answer them...by looking at the correct answer, and the questions came both in writing and, in some cases, as sounds. The questions came slowly to begin with, but after a few correct answers the questions started to appear more quickly as I kept on answering them. Some questions were really easy such as recognizing colors, or if a sound came from left or. It made me feel sick to kowtow to these guys but like I said, I didn't know how much else had changed and I was in no position to find out. "How appreciative, babe?" It was Rod. I guess he just couldn't help himself. Frank backhanded him on the shoulder ... SMACK! ... and pointed a finger in his face with a look that said "Remember what Gary said asshole!" "Heeeyyyy, That hurt!" and Frank offered me a little grin. I winked back. The rest of them looked at my plight for the first time as a. "Oh I realise that, but you're right Mum, I am happy helping out at home until then." Paul said, blushing again. Emily picked up her cup and saucer. While lifting them to her mouth, the teaspoon fell from the saucer and bounced across the floor. "Oh clumsy, Paul be a darling and grab that spoon off the floor." Emily said. Paul walked across and bent over to pick up the spoon. As he did so his trousers pulled tight around his ass, showing off the outline of his delicate feminine panties. "Stop. I thought he hesitateda second before he started talking, and when he talked, he didn't talklong: "You'd better go get dressed," he said softly, "No telling whensomebody might come home," and he squeezed my arm again, and he stood up,and so did I. "Sure," I told him, and smiled a little, and felt like areal shit. He thinks I'm a real, genuine fag, I thought, and I turnedtoward the stairs. That was when he reached out again. He took my upperarm this time, squeezed it again, and he smiled.