Serious infection and resulting high fevers conspired with his burns to slow his recovery. September faded into the first of December before Jesse rea...ly regained his full senses and his full recovery became more or less certain as opposed to the former "probably won't make it."Somewhere in the latter stages of his recovery, a man appeared at his bedside. He said, "I was told you were better and awake. My name is Grant Bixby, a banker the boat captains like to use. One of those Captains came by. Have a f..feminine name."Mrs. James said, "Josh does not quite suit you dear, would you like to becalled?" I d..don't kn..know, all I know is t..that I love to w..wear f..femaleclothes."Mrs. Guthrie said, "well Christine here used to be called Christopher." R..really."Mrs. James said, "Well how about Jessica?"Christine said, "That's a lovely name, Jessica, I like it."Christine took my hand and we went into the changing room. It did not seemthey were annoyed with me for wearing the boutique's. But she still was trying to resist. I had to give her credit. On threedifferent occasions, she had tried to escape. "Clinton, is that you?" Igave Joan a nod that it was. She pulled me off to a side room. "My God,I'd never recognize you." She was already on her knees, my skirt up andher tongue busy. Between her groans and mine, I gathered that Dr. Troyhad made a pet project of her. Joan had been induced to obsess over kinky girl sex, dream of it, craveit her every waking moment. And then she was. Her cunt tingled and she’d shivered ever-so-slightly at their gaze.Every set of eyes had followed her footsteps to the bar, followed her ass as she sat on the stool. Followed her hand fumbling to find another inch of modesty in her tiny skirt.The men seemed to expect her.And now, in the deafening anticipation of her bondage on the eighth floor of a downtown Hilton, she realized they had been expecting her. They knew exactly who she was. They knew what she was for. They knew she was a plaything,.