She claimed that with themoney she saved it was a blessing. She said that themoney that I have made for her well off set what itcost to come this far....She told of how she found me.She said I was already submissive and the rest waseasy. She told of using drugs to alter my looks and alter mythoughts. She even went into detail of my operation.She explained the castration and then removing thepenis and moving the urethra down between my legs as tocreate a smooth front and only a small opening in. .usually on the way back from college i would stop in the public toilets by the bus station and read the gay graffiti on the walls and have a wank ,this particular day i had a pair of earphones on busily minding my own business in the cubicle when a whistle caught my attention ...i turned round to see an old man maybe 65 leaning over the cubicle gesturing me to come over ,mycock was so hard and the blood rushed to my head i didnt know what to do i whispered back in a broken shaky voice come. ” “Ok, I love you Randy.” “I love you too Rita, see you when I get home. I love you.” I waited until I saw “call ended” on the screen before I put my phone away. I never thought I would miss him so much after only being gone a couple hours, and there was still the rest of the day to go, I just knew time was gonna drag by as slow as it could. I looked over at Stephanie who was just getting off the phone too; maybe Chris called her like Randy called me. We went back to making room for my stuff. They had notified me of the death of Phillip Masters, my only other full time worker, besides Vivian. He had been murdered.I had been answering the questions of the local police, for some time. Then the questions started to get ugly. I pointed out to them that I had just driven 9 hours to get here. I was notified 10 hours ago, of his death. How then, could I be responsible for my employee's death?They grudgingly admitted I had a good alibi, but still gave me a hard time. What is it about cops.