“Will you be able to make it stop?”“Worst case, we’ll have to set up clean accounts for you and only invite your trusted friends. I’ll put s...me software into place that will block specific kinds of content. If I can’t make a positive ID on the person and turn the information over to the police, I might still be able to make contact and ... uh ... negotiate a stop.”“Thank you.”“Yes,” said the father. “Thank you very much.” They left. I was already angry with this scum.I was finishing up several. I no longer would have tofight all the time. I would no longer have to strain and struggle tokeep myself so completely under control, all so that no one would beable to detect the sissy that was really under that hard shell of anexterior.I accepted the fact that I wanted to be a weak little sissy girl, outof control of her emotions, subject to the strong whims of any boythat came along, too weak and afraid to live alone. I sobbed into thetissue, as this sense of freedom washed over me in great. He used the threat of giving them money to fuck with them. He would promise them large amounts of money and then, for no reason whatsoever, he would rescind the offer with the hopes that the women would be irate and that they would in turn then beg and plead for the money in order for him to feel powerful and in control of their lives. He would demand that they fulfill his fantasies, in exactly the way he saw fit; he thought nothing of calling on them at obscene hours of the day or night. "Wait!" Misty called out, but she had already gone inside.She looked around, and saw Ash and Brock sitting at a bench far away and feasting on ice cream. She then quickly ran towards Marina's house. She wrenched open the doorknob, but Marina wasn't there.'Strange,' Misty said inwardly, then she rounded on her heel and walked outside, but then he heard a loud moan coming from upstairs.Misty frowned, then on second thought she went upstairs, tip toeing her way up. She then peered inside the room.