"No, you're sticking around," said the Brian. "We're serious aboutprotecting our girls here. You'll learn this lesson now. Maybe it'll doyou some good...in the future."There was a mild electricity, and I heard Brittaney laughing, just alittle as I struggled to breath amid internal shocks of some sort."I always love this part," she said.It was like the booze had left my system completely, but it was replacedby a different sort off perception shift. I staggered forward,completely unbalanced, and. ”“Good boi. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”The five-eleven, 46 year-old went to his bedroom and got dressed. He put on a pair of green sweatpants and a black 2XL Polo Ralph Lauren sweater. He laced up his John Deere safety toe works boots and went to the garage. The janitorial service business owner got into his red 2011 Lincoln Navigator. He drove carefully as the snow was just now melting. He arrived at the apartment complex where his young sissy boi lived. Barry paid the $860 monthly rent. You remember my daughter Amista and my son Aldrix. They are the best divers on the island right now. Come, let me show you the craft I have made ready for you.I stood there with my mouth open. Amista and Aldrix wore a sarong around their waist like their father. Amista looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and stood about five foot five. Large brown eyes and coal-black hair held in a ponytail that hung halfway down her back. Full smiling lips, She was naked from the waist up, seemingly. I’ve been cleaning myself as best as I could out in the wild, and I don’t seem to sweat at all anymore, but I’m so tired of these dress clothes they buried me in. He’s a similar size as me, and this simple comfort is such a cozy relief. I bump my elbow on the dresser as I pull the shorts up, a slight noise disturbing the silent room. I stop and hold my breath, looking over at Victoria. But she’s sound asleep.I creep toward the bed, careful with every muscle I move. I turn and see her cell phone.