"None of us do, Julie," said Sammy. "I think Collette just wants to tell Bobby her side of the story." She looked at Bobby with a sympathetic expressi...n. "I don't know if it would help anything Bobby. But knowing better what happened might help you put things behind you," she offered. "That's the only reason I brought it up, not to try to get you back together with Patty or anything like that."Bobby sat silently, thinking about what Sammy had said. Thinking about Patty just made him depressed.. I put my thigh length boots over my stockings, zipping my boots along my inside calf, watching the soft leather hug my taut legs.I decided against fastening my garter straps to my stockings as it made my overall look that bit more slutty, seeing the garter straps hanging loose, dangling down toward my thighs and shaved pussy.I looked at my reflection in my mirror with an enormous amount of self satisfaction. The boys would lose their minds when I walked into our entertainment room. The pulsing. **"Aren't you mixing your theologies a bit?"**Whatever works,** the voice was complacently content. And thelight smiled."Still, wasn't this all a little complicated? If being a nun waswhat he needed, surely you could have just made him into one? Why the grand conspiracy?" The soul was curious and the lightseemed disposed towards revealing a few mysteries.**It was a cusp for this soul, and ultimately had to be his ownfree choice, as it has been since Eden.** the voice saidreflectively. **When. Mary addressed them directly, “AND THAT’S WHAT FUTANARI DO!” She pivoted and jabbed her index in Maddi’s side. “THEY FUCK PURE AND INNOCENT GIRLS AND MAKE US DIRTY!”“Oh my god!” Maddi howled. Her feet took off before she even decided. Moringa Island’s warm winds picked up, whipping against Maddi’s face as she ran. The commotion soon faded as the mortified futanari scrambled across two busy intersections, coming to a third stop. Taxis, vans, and bicycles--They all zipped thought the four lanes.