"Are you wearing clothes?" I noticed that my voice sounded different, but dismissed it.YES"Underwear?" My voice sounded more "normal" to me as I spoke...W-H-I-T-E B-R-A A-N-D P-A-N-T-I-E-SMy shorts suddenly fit different. More snug. My T-shirt seemed to shrink and tighten around my chest. "Stockings or pantyhose?"A W-H-I-T-E G-A-R-T-E-R B-E-L-T A-N-D S-T-O-C-K-I-N-G-SMy socks felt like they were growing up my legs as it felt as though the elastic waistband of my shorts became firmer and I. A lot of people look down on chicken-heads. I don’t. I know what to expect from them and they from me. We’re cool like that. Joey and I took Sholonda and Mara to this night club called Axis. It’s one of the coolest clubs in Boston. And it’s not that expensive. Not that this would have stopped us. I come from a distinguished family. My father, James LaPierre is a lawyer who makes five hundred grand a year, after taxes. My mother Janine LaPierre is a high-ranking executive with Walden Builders,. ’ he sighed. The elevator door opened, and a peculiar figure came out. It was a really tall woman, she stood at about 6’9”ft, and was dressed in a tight black leather outfit, had shoulder length bloody red hair, a shoulder strap black bag, and black jackboots. She walked straight forward, and almost rammed the girl, going the other way. Her mother pulled her away from her path, and shouted, ‘Hey, watch it.’ but she didn’t even pause her stride, until she reached the penthouse door, and asked. 2006 Basil lay onthe floor, his wrists cuffed to his ankles, and both cuffs attached to a chainto a dog collar on his neck, so his hand and legs were up near his head?and hisscrotum was under the rocker of the rocking chair, as his sister Beryl rockedback and forth. RockOOOOhhhhh. Rock Oooooh. Basil?s testes were being brutally punished asthe rocker went back and forth over Basil?s tender testicles. ?You see,Lucinda? Beryl said in her brisk British voice. ?I used to have such fun withBasil on.