I was truly hurt. You were Daddy's little girl! I did everything for you. And then you turned your back on me! Just like your mother! Just like Hogan!...Just like all the rest of 'em!"Glancing up with pleading eyes, Stephanie looked at her father."Daddy, I'm sorry! Can't we... can't we put this behind us?"Vince looked down at her. She looked so weak, so pitiful. It made him feel physically ill. She was a McMahon! She had his genes! How could she be so pathetic?"You know I like to pride myself on. .You cannot imagine the shame that one mother tries in that situation.... I implored they to give mine me dressed.......I was motionless for fear and embarrassment while two young boys fondled my breasts, touched my vagina and verbally abused me:I felt horror and shame for this obscene act in front of my son, but every reaction was impossible: my life and the life of my son, was in power of these criminals.I remember that terrible moment. I found the strength to tell him: >.The cavity search is. I'll do the talking. Just play along." She nodded and shucked off most of her clothes.I answered the knock at 7:00 P.M. promptly at the door. Joey stared shockingly at my scantily clad body and just about fainted. "Uh... uh... uh... is Mary here?" he stuttered. She came into sight behind me wearing only pink panties and I thought I saw drool run down his chin. I pulled him into the room."Sit down, Joey." I motioned to my desk chair. I handed him a beer. "This might sound somewhat unusual, Joey,. In a way that makes me an unusual person as most everyone who is old enough to be in control of their bladder and bowel goes skyclad.And I do mean utterly naked except for a concubine's collar or the shoulder bands that some of the sponsors wear in order to identify what job they are doing. Or rather what their job is. Some people like Master Will end up wearing a uniform so that everyone can tell that they're on official business. But most like Mistress Marissa only wear an arm or shoulder.