He came to me one night as naked as the day he was born, in one of his dream states, about a week after we got home from the hospital. I wanted him, I...needed him, but what could I do, I had both hands full feeding my boys, when I saw him approaching. He was hard, and had that look of lust in his eyes, the one he had when he was in his dream state. I could already feel myself becoming aroused watching it bouncing up and down in front of him with each step. What was I going to do with my babies. "Oh yes, you would love to wear them all, I know. Anything to make you more like me. But never forget this, my boy: when I have dressed you in my things, you become mine. My property, d'you understand? To do with as I please. Hmmm, I think I'll have you in pink this morning." He bleated again as she picked out her pink satin ruffle blouse and whisked it off its hanger. "Arms!" she ordered. He turned to be dressed in it, and soon he was buttoned down the front and at his wrists. "You won't need. “I know you sleep naked at home. But have some decency.”“You should try it sometime. It feels very liberating” reacted Janine. Why the hell not thought Miranda. She threw the towel towards the bathroom and jumped under the sheets. The two friends were now both lying naked under the blanket. “And how is it feeling?” asked Janine as she put the book away.“Kind of nice” admitted Miranda.“Can you do me a great favor?” said Janine very serious all of a sudden.“Anything” said Miranda.“I feel like we. Remember me? I'm Penelope Spade, a novice Private Eye in Cincinnati, Ohio. The business started slow but since cracking the Col. Mustard murder case, where he met a gruesome demise by a candlestick in the conservatory, my fame has spread like a Kardashian's legs on first dates. Speaking of mustard, I realized I was so hungry I could eat a Skyline coney (Now, that's hunger!) My drooling was interrupted by a potential client stumbling through my broken door."I'm Paul Powell." As he extends.