I traced a line from Karen to her parents’ bond and saw another from her to John’s parents. I saw John’s bonds to both his parents and Karen’s...parents. I relaxed my mind to bring my mind to its normal state. I leaned back and felt Lisa do the same. Karen and John had been holding each other tightly but were relaxing though still embracing.I looked at Lisa who looked back and smiled gently. I feel her mentally say, “We ought to support them, love.” I nodded back. Out loud, she said, “We will be. Although he had conditioned this sissy well, it was never clear what a sissy might do when confronted with something so profoundly unsettling as the knowledge he’d just conveyed to her.The sissy raised his gaze to meet that of his master for the first time in a long time. Then? he burst into tears. They were thick tears, wet and uncontrollable, more the tears of a small child with a scraped knee than an eighteen-year-old with fake tits about to lose his balls. They were music to his master’s. After a few minutes, she called me saying to close my eyes as she forgot her top outside and she was coming out. Like a good nice guy that I am, I closed my eyes waiting for her to wear her top.But, to my surprise, I felt her sitting in my lap in the bathrobe. As soon as I opened my eyes, she started kissing me. I was kinda in surprise. I dint think she would ever do something like this.We both started kissing each other and I was feeling her body over the bathrobe. Now I opened her bathrobe. Seuss books. Some of them were in tatters; covers with hard creases where they had been bent sharply; pages jutting out, as if torn. Some of them were still in good condition. There was a white envelope sitting against one side of the box. I slowly pulled it out and held it in my lap. My name was on the front of it. It was my dad's handwriting."Jessica"I turned it over and opened the flap, and then reached inside and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I opened it and started to read. It was.