“Well, Ms. Wendy, you look like you have enjoyed an excellent evening of depravity at the SMK house.” He said to her.“Why, yes I did, Dean. I ...now you would have loved to watch my spiral into depravity in a gang bang.” She replied.“Glad to hear that you enjoyed being the slut for these fine young men, this evening. You can tell me all about it tomorrow, when the dean of the college and I meet tomorrow afternoon. Please wear something similar to what you have on now, but clean.” He said, I. I will also state that I am not a very fast writer due to my limited typing skills and also do to the fact that I don't write in a linear fashion, but tend to work on different things as my mood shifts. For these reasons I beg for the reader to bear with me, since it may take sometime for me to post all the parts of this story.Finally, I would also like to thank Kelly Davidson for reviewing the first part of my story and giving me an honest appraisal that made me want to continue with the. Not eating, not sleeping, weight loss, rumination, thoughtsof worthlessness, blah, blah, blah. Boring.Let's try something a bit more fun. How about insight?"Mr Moore. Do you ever think that what you have just told me, aboutsupernatural beings and gender swaps, might seem strange to otherpeople. And they might not believe you?" Well of course they don't believe me. No-one does. Because no onebelieves such things are possible. I didn't until he showed up and didthis to me. And the person I was. I went back to that day last year, when we found that yard sale. I let out a sigh and my my mind drifted back to how it all started. It all started with a funeral. Annie insisted we go and I was off for the summer and had done most of the maintenance around the house that needed doing for the summer, so I figured why not. All summer off is one of the perks of being a professor in a small liberal arts college. Not that I enjoyed visiting her relatives, but this time we were staying in a motel,.