“Draw again!” she demanded, shouting at the warden, causing others to repeat it.“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, “Fuck that!” I protested, ge...ting angry, “You need to shut the fuck up!”The warden calmed everyone down with the clap of her hands. “Settle down!” she chastised, “We are an honorable family here. The name was drawn, the gift is given. New people have the same chance as veteran employees.” and looked in my direction, “Come get your gift.”The lady that passed me the bucket patted me on. .." she startedBut Dad put his finger on her lips and replied, " There is to be no talk of first or second chances. If anyone here is giving something, - YOU did it by having the therapy. We are glad you took this step which enables all of us just to forget the past and just love you the same way we love anyone else in the family."We got home, and had wonderful dinner Mom prepared, then Dad opened a bottle of Champagne and toasted to Kate's health and welcomed her to the family again. After. You?ll never be able to wear them again. What?s your name, dear, mine?s Francesca.? ?My wife calls me Debbie, but at work I am known as Derek.??Just let me ease your knickers off, Debbie, then we can start on your shirt.?Once more a gentle touch. ?Now don?t sit up, Debbie; you may have neck injuries. I shall have to cut this shirt off. We can?t take it over your head.? My shirt and camisole were slit up the sides and the pieces consigned to the waste bin, then I felt Francesca. Once inside she faced him and he got his first really good look at her. The dress she wore was simple enough and a light shade of red. The bodice swooped down just enough to expose her slight cleavage. It tucked in at her waist and moved out over her hips. The hem was modest falling only a few inches above her knees. He liked the flowing of the lower half of her dress. It wasn't one of those slinky body hugging things, but flowing with lots of material.To one side stood a small bar where she.