Brenda pulled me by the hand up to the reception desk. "I have a one o'clock with Mary Ann," she told the clerk.Soon we were joined by a smiling, midd...e-aged woman. "Brenda,"she twittered. "It's so nice to see you. How is your mother?"They exchanged banalities for a while. "And this must beRoberta," continued Mary Ann. She squeezed my hand. "Well, shallwe?"We were led to a back room of the beauty parlor. When Mary Annshut the door behind us, we were shut off from the rest of thestore, free to. The only person I know is you and there are many things Idon't understand. It's like we're prisoners here and nothing makes muchsense. There is a lot of talk about gender issues but I'm not like that.I'm happy being a girl."I held Helen till she calmed down. "I think there is a lot more to thisplace than were being told," I said. "I think a lot of the security isfor our safety. I'm sure things like this will come up in the meeting.If they don't, then why don't you ask?" Okay," said Helen. Just then a woman about 21 years old walked in the room she was 5’2 with black hair ties in a ponytail she was slim even with huge tits and dressed in leggings and a polo shirt.“This is my carer Bethany she looks after all my needs don’t you?”She giggled as he beckoned her over, he then lent into her and kissed her passionately. “See told you” he said “Bethany this is Louise and she’s had a very busy day would you be so kind and kiss her pussy better?” He enquired.Bethany nodded her head,. Lindi’s heart skipped a beat – she knew this was a lie. Peter had said that they only had two drinks each in the pub – one of which was the one Stevie had paid for – and there was another factor to add weight to this. Peter, for as long as Lindi had known him – which is to say, most of her life – had always paid for drinks on his credit card. Whilst in prison, Peter had made a few phone calls to his credit card company and the resulting statement revealed that Peter had only paid for one round.