Christine, my ex’s sister was sitting on the toilet.I had taken off the condom, so I was standing there looking her with my dick still somewhat hard...and dripping cum.“Hi!” she says, clearly shocked.I was frozen in surprise myself, but my dick was not going down for some reason.“Hi.” I reply so eloquently.She was looking at my dick, and the condom in my hand.“Here, give me that, I’ll throw it away, the trash is here beside me.”So I gave her the condom.Instead of throwing it right away, she. I thought I'd go for broke, looking in the cleaner bags, withnothing to lose. One was obviously a work suit, knee length skirt andjacket in navy blue.. not my thing, in the other though was a verypretty burgundy dress. It was short, only midway down my thigh and hadmilitary style buttons and padded shoulders, if it was my size I'd trythat on. I opened the zip and slid it up my body, perfect size but nomistaking it was a woman's dress, it felt great and I turned to look inthe mirror. The problem. Of course, that was a losing argument to anybody impacted by the cold, hard fact of buying and selling human beings as chattel owned by another person for the rest of their natural life. It sort of negated basic American beliefs in equality, freedom and the right to liberty for every living citizen of the United States. It was a debate for the ages and one that found supporters in both corners on both sides of the conflict. At stake was not merely the status of the original colonies, but the. Because of the business we were in, I was happy to do it. After all sometimes money was just paper. I was determined to stay in Sparta and live the Sparta type lifestyle. I was not sure that we could maintain our lifestyle, but I sure as hell planned to give it a real try.Michael and I weren’t even equal to a grain of salt in the stew that was the war on drugs. As long as we didn’t try to grow, or branch out into more serious drugs we would be fine, I figured. We especially didn’t want to make.