Everything fixed, I decide a good time to leave without traffic clearing the major cities and areas.The next day I begin my day bright and early and a... ready, there is a door bell ring and my friend informs me that the driver has come with the car, I step out with my bags and what I see I cannot believe my luck, a nice dashing Sardar about 6 feet tall, big turban, untied beard is walking towards me, he introduces himself as Sonu Singh (Name Changed) and asked me for my bags, I hand the bags to. I'm not THAT old!" I complained."Promise me, Bob, or you're fired!" OK, OK, take it easy." That's not a promise," she said."I promise. There! Are you happy now?" I'll be happy when you figure out a legal way to get my skates for me and I can build you a web site," she said.I had promised I wouldn't do anything else illegal. I hadn't promised that nobody else would.I went to see Vinny.Vinny runs numbers for the mob. He's not a bad guy, and from one perspective, he's just a guy doing a job that. The sissy stepford wife dreams didn't bother me much anymore. I didn'tthink they were ever going to happen, and I would be a sissy slutbondage maid for the rest of my life. I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantraand that helped get me going again. I did my makeup in light pinks andgreys for the Pink PVC and white lace maids uniform but also for thepretty pink square neck sheath dress I'd be wearing to Francine's thatday along with my grey jacket.I was soon upstairs making and serving breakfast and. The first time I’d been able to leave the room, and I did it with him. It gave me hope. When Kyle stopped coming to the whorehouse, I was lost. It seemed like I could only leave with him. But he went out west to help the Indian girl and I didn’t see him again.”“Shit, Geneive. How long were you out?”“There, months and months, trapped in that whorehouse bedroom. I lost track of time. Here? A few weeks. You remember. You tried to call me but my mom broke us up.”“I thought you’d used her to break.