This was mymother, telling me I was nothing but an object useful for the cleaningof her house.I started crying.Part of me was not ready for this, part...of me wanted to go back to thattime when I was my mom's precious sissy, cleaning the house together andhaving a good time. Back to when she thought of me as more than just abroom in a closet.But it seemed those times were gone for good. My life as a person wasnow officially and truly over.I forced the tears to stop flowing and made myself smile.. In her mind she visualised a young nubile woman, lightly stroking her thigh. In her mind she imagined this female to have large tits even larger than her own and a blonde downy cover over her cunt.Now the invisible hand was stroking Abigail's stomach and working their way up towards her tits; now the imaginary fingers circled her tit flesh in ever decreasing circles until Abigail gasped as the fingers flicked her erect nipple. The entire touches were so light and yet extra sensual that Abigail. He always left her money while he was gone.The HotelWill had been gone two weeks again and Annie had never heard a word from him the whole time. When he showed up one morning, he told her they were going to go away for a few days to New York. He had made all the plans before ever coming home. So, she packed and they left for New York.Will never seemed to drive the same car each time he was home and this time he had a newer Ford Explorer. She never asked about that either. They were always newer. So far I have traced eight travelers. None of them, besides you, are nice people. They seem to get some sort of paranoia, megalomania, from time traveling and act as kings in their hideouts or whatever you'd like to call it." Well, for me it would be a safe-haven. A place where I could live with my family without any moral judgments. Where there could be as many women for every man, or men for every woman if that is what the women want, and do as we please, with no one around to condemn it.".