A young detective (his shield plus six days) stepped in the doorway andknocked on the open door. "Captain?" he whispered, walking into the room.Harkin... motioned for him to come in and took the file folder the kid had.He still couldn't remember the kid's name. Biscuits, or something."What is it, Billings?" he asked, trying not to wake up the sleepingfifteen year old on his desk."Butters, sir." Butters. What is it?" Those HARP guys from yesterday. They're apparently a legitimateorganization, been. A pale, long limbed blonde with hair far down her back stood where Whitley had stood, and a Black woman with corn-rowed hair was now in van Zandt's place. Both were quite lovely with well-formed breasts, somewhat large for their sizes, narrow waists, and wide hips. Their features were beautiful, although neither woman's face gave the slightest hint of the man she had been. Their bodies were smooth and lacking in any hair, except for that on their heads and the furry inverted triangles that. He opened his laptop as she sat in silence. After a few clicks, he turned it around so Alice could see the screen. She knew it was all over for her when she saw a video of herself helping record the weekly offerings.“I had it installed over the summer,” Father Michael said coldly.If Alice had anything to say, there was no chance of her getting the words out through her trembling lips.“I’d say you’re up to 10,000, give or take. That’s grand theft.”“I… I….”“You’ll be tried as an adult. No judge. "I remove my sparse clothing. I consider reaching towards my clothing, Ilook at them, but I wait. The order was to strip. I simply stand atattention, head bowed and my hands flared at my hips."Let me see that chastity, you lucky gurl, you." Mistress Braun's tonehas changed to almost a gushing, confidant. "Look at the seal, soofficial. Your sissy clit is looking all tiny and petite in there. Oh sotempting, like forbidden fruit. So, how do you feel about all this?"'Mistress Braun is.