"Patty... you haven't asked how I knew where to find Bobby on the hill."She blinked back at her. "Oh. That's right. How did you know?" Don't think I'm...crazy, but... I had a dream about my mom. And... she showed me where Bobby was." Wow." Yeah. But... that wasn't all." Okay." Patty... the dream finished with me... in a wedding dress. I was walking down the aisle... towards Bobby." Oh," said Patty, stunned."So Patty... that's why I'm not worried about you... not being sure how you feel about. He found it difficult to walk at the speed of his dommes, in his new high heeled shoes, whilst being dragged by the neck with his hands tied behind his back. He could feel the chill wind wrap around his legs and blow up his skirt. He felt violated, he felt upset, he felt absurd, he felt... excited.He was led inside the brilliantly lit mansion, and stood amazed at the sheer presence of the place. Gilded picture frames, roman pillars, and a large set of marble steps with red carpet rolling down. She flashed a challenging glance. ‘We here do not necessarily conform to the world outside. We’re a private institution and have ways of getting around most facile regulations.’ ‘Boys are impudent and wilful and need to be taught respect.’ One side of Emma Twist’s mouth twitched. ‘The idea of turning them into girls – or at least into sissies – well, that’s quite shaking in its audacity and deserving of some support.’ Miriam saw no sign of squeamishness in her expression, instead there was a. " Why do something new, then?" Sharon put away her comb and motioned toward the door.The Wench preceded her out it and into the anteroom, collecting her cloak and swirling it around herself on the way out. "I don't know; I think it was instinctive. Perhaps introducing some change was a way to trigger a deeper analysis of the situation in you. It couldn't quite be the same old thing..." She pondered, "Master is subtle."Sharon punched the elevator button, wondering vaguely why she was being so.