“I’m sorry, Tim. I’m just not wired that way. I’ve tried. I like guys, but Cathy is really all I need. At least, for now.”“I understand.�...“You should probably start looking for a real girlfriend. We’re out of that whole high school scene. We can use the anonymity of the adult world to get around too much suspicion.”“I know,” Tim said.Sandra turned and looked at the house. “I bet you can’t wait to get moved in.”Tim said, “My house is lower priority than yours. You’ve got to have yours done by the. Father Devons found himself released from the awe that had firmly grasped him."Well," Jason said, "That's never happened before." The glow of holiness?" Father Devon asked."Yes. A new ability, apparently. I assure you this has never happened, before," Jason replied musingly.Father Devon smiled."God reveals what he will in his own time. You are obviously no danger to us, and we are pleased and honored to have you here."Jason was amazed at the quick change in this man. While the Father had been. That too was a familiar sight from my school days, and it had often been followed by a hard kick to my ribs. But I remembered what I'd learned to do and shot out my left hand to grab the nearest ankle. As soon as I'd latched on I punched out with the heel of my right as hard as I could, aiming squarely at the knee a foot or so above.The last time I'd done that move, in about the tenth grade, I'd crippled the kid. He'd been a football player, one of the school jocks trying to show off for his. She carried on with my dressing, this time producing a black latex 'French Maid' outfit and again locked me into it - almost like a robot I did what I was instructed. Next came a pair of high-heeled shoes fitting over my rubber-encased feet, the standard padlocks snapping shut on both straps at my ankles."There, you look so much better, oh I almost forgot," she produced a long thick gag and stuffed it into my mouth locking the straps either side of my latex covered head. "I will allow you to.