I listened as they told the rest of the girls where they had found them and all the things they seen at the fort. They never missed a thing, not even ... minor thing.Then the questions started. “When can we go back and look for more? What were all those wrecked cars, how did they get wrecked? Why are there bullet holes in them? What were all those big bangs we heard?“What were all those men doing back there? What were those rooms with the pipes for walls? Why did you have to use your ID card to. ”Suzi asked, “And all these women were your ... lovers?”Carol said, “Oh, yes. We wouldn’t allow anyone to work for us who didn’t go through the program. They wouldn’t fit our corporate lifestyle.”I said, “But you have men working there too?”My father said, “As part of their scholarship, my girls must find men who would be assets to my business while they are attending graduate school. I’m not a greedy man. I couldn’t possibly keep all my girls happy by myself. I’d like to think I build families. I was nineteen at the time, very much unaware of the world of cross-dressing. All I knew was that I had always had a penchant for dressing up in girly clothes in private. My shopping spree that morning had consisted of visiting several stores on the city’s main strip looking for items to fill my female wardrobe. Since I left home just a few months previously, I finally had the freedom to dress up as much as wanted in the secrecy of my own apartment. With some extra cash from my new job, I was. The memory of that day suddenly caused all the assertive management training I’d received over the years to kick into gear"Stand up!"Trembling and afraid she obeys."Open your blouse completely, the bra too". I point to the space in front of my chair, between my legs. "Come over here." She walks to where I am sitting. "Lift up your skirt." She raises her skirt very slowly revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties"Don't keep me waiting, All the way up, right now! Tuck it into your waistband.".