Amy and I got married while we were in Europe."Joseph put his hands together, "Brad, I'm so happy for you. You need a woman to look after you."Betty r...n to Amy and hugged her, "I knew it. I knew it. She has that look. Wait until I tell Carl." Tell Carl what. I already knew."Betty turned to him, "You'll pay for that. And don't think you'll get away with jewelry either."She put her arm around Amy again, "Get with me later and I'll tell you how to keep him on his toes. You always have to keep them. “Cool.” “Cool?” What the hell? Of all the things I ever though he would say, cool was not one of them.“Yeah.” He said evenly. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with it. I always wondered…” He didn’t bother to finish, I knew what he was going to say. I was waiting for the ‘Just don’t hit on me’ part to come into action, but it never did.I started to let my guard down. Maybe he wouldn’t have a problem with it. Maybe I don’t scare him, maybe he was different. My thoughts were shot away as he took. "Why don't you two kids tell me your version?"Tabby and I told him our story, starting way back in the eighth grade with Rosie and ending that evening."Hmm. Well I'm sorry you had to put up with that, young lady," Bryson said, hooking his thumbs in his gun belt, his badge shining imperiously under the living room lights. "You could've come to my office this afternoon. It sounds like they were getting ready to do more than roll you in the mud."Back in those days, the word rape was never used.. "After she locked them into the two examination tables, Mistress Amandaremoved both chastity cages and gave them to me to clean while she teasedand edged the two sexually frustrated, needy sissies. When I returned,Mistress Amanda had laid out a number of tools and toys that werespecifically designed to torment sissies and asked if I had ever touchedanother sissy's sissy clit and I answered yes and explained Ms.Stephanie's belief that a sissy's sexuality and sexual orientation wasdefined by.