My sister starts her first year of college in a month or so. Magda, you have one more year of gymnasiet, I believe.”“Yes. Then I’m going to univ...rsity, but I’m not sure which one. In Sweden, for sure. You know there’s no cost.”“Other than the high taxes you pay! My friend Sofia from Göteborg is studying here, at Loyola. She’s actually renting a room in my house.”“That sounds like fun!” Magda said.“So who are you visiting?” I asked.“Our cousins who live in Minnesota,” Bengt answered. “My cousin. Becky walked in and announced. “Billy, some hot chick is here to see you.”Jeffry walked in, his head down. He was wearing one of Becky’s old school uniforms; a short, plaid skirt and white cotton blouse. The blouse was pulled up and tied in a knot, showing off Jeffry’s flat stomach and large, artificial breasts – he actually had cleavage. His fingernails were painted pink, and he was even wearing a pair of Becky’s high heels!Billy whistled. “Holy shit! You look fucking fantastic, Jeffry!”Jeffry. Franck. I'm Dr. Everett Coughlin. Sorry, if I kept you waiting." He held onto her hand, almost caressing it for that extra lingering moment of contact."Hi, yes... I'm Argie Franck," she answered with a small voice. "Thank you for seeing me."She couldn't take her eyes off him, he was... like a Greek god, handsome, strong, and virile looking. Her legs went weak, and for the next few moments she dizzyingly imagined it was he that she would be making love to.As he released her hand, Dr. Coughlin. It was the same thing all creeps like thiswanted; a sex slave, only this one had a preference for males. But if Icould convince him I was a willing partner, I might win his trust enoughhe'd grant me a little freedom. I'd read about a girl that had donethat. She'd convinced her kidnapper to trust her by doing what he askedwithout putting up a fight. One day he sent her to the store alone andshe got to a phone and called the cops. It was a long shot but it was myonly option. There was no way I.