"A few hours later, an invigorated Stanly Bromly left for his nightly trip to Sydney-Town. This night he was looking for a certain Mr. Henry Jones, wh... was particularly interested in kidnapping children, mostly for his own amusement, though he did sell those that were still alive after he was through with them. Stan had managed to purchase the information on the location of his den, which was located at the fringe of Sydney-Town.Stan made for Jones' house/torture chamber as fast as he could. And I couldn't conceal my panties in the dressing room; Ihad to change in the john. It got to be too much of a hassle, and Ibegan skipping gym occasionally. Finally, I reluctantly decided togive it up altogether.There were changes in my mind, too. Looking back, I don't knowwhether those were due to the hormones. I've never heard of hormonesfeminizing the mind, but maybe they do. Or maybe I was just gettingto like the idea of being a girl. Certainly the terrific sex helped;every time I. I noticed it was after 5 and a final check of the arrangements was in order. I looked at my dining room and saw that everything was ready. The nice red wine I'd purchased had been uncorked and was breathing and in view of Jordan's age, I made sure a bottle of sparkling non-alcoholic wine was available. I decided to wait until the ladies arrived to get Trish's okay on the wine. I went to the kitchen and brought out the salads and set them at each place. Back in the kitchen, the roast was resting. But that one is a close second."I told him that supper was ready and I started to turn away in disgust.He called out, "Wait! Come over here and get this! I'm right on the verge of cumming. I can't wait until after supper."I snapped at him, "Damn it, Andy! Supper is ready! Mom is putting it on the table now!"He glared at me and in a threatening voice he demanded, "Get over here, bitch."I hated him more with every passing minute!I gave in though. I'm not sure why. I could have turned and gone.