.Knowing it would be my last time to tie me up in the garage from the rafters and use me as hard as my Master wants to, he made plans to come over to ...his house one last time for a complete discipline session.First thing this morning when I saw he was online, I texted him asking what should I wear for you? He said he was debating on my body stocking or one of my new matching bra and panty sets I had gotten before Christmas. I had to take my husband to work so I let him know that I would text. So I can't think of you as a man anymore. But it doesn't matter, sweetie. You don't have to try to be a man for me. You were never much of a man anyway. You're too small and slender for a man -- too small where it counts. I still love you, though. But not as a man."From now on things are going to be different between you and me. We're going to have a traditional marriage and you're going to be the wife -- a male/wife. Notice I said 'male', not 'man'. There's a difference. You may be a male. But. Short hair, with maybe a touch of gray starting at the sides. He had a hawaiian shirt on unbuttoned and a very small bathing suit. He greeted us with a big smile and me with a firm handshake."Tim! I've heard so much about Nikki's little brother, but here you are all grown up. 22? And married. And saying that, this vision with you can only be the lovely Cynthia. Let me say, you should be angry with Nikki." Cindy was perplexed. "She told me, Peter, wait until you see Tim's wife. She's fun and. Keep about a hunnert klicks out 'til then. Them sails can be tricky to see."That was why the vessel looked nothing like a CM! The original module was buried somewhere within an enormous cocoon of plastifoam! Apparently, the colonists had simply colonized their ship, using the plastifoam intended for building planetary habitats to expand its hull. For many kilometers beyond the bloated plastifoam cloud that surrounded the original module, a fine spiderweb of titanium spars and cables stretched.