She looked at me. "Hmm," she said.I could see her brain working, I knew she could see it looked a bitludicrous, then digging in her bag she pulled out...her sundress, my eyeswidened and I was about to say no fucking way and bollocks to upsettingher, when she unfastened the belt from around it and handed the belt tome. Well when I say belt, I mean that it was a chain with large loopswith a clip on the end, the idea being to wrap the chain around thewaist and clip it on the link that fitted best. I’ll just have to get new locks on my bedroom door and maybe a huge guard dog to rip your throat out if you come anywhere near me. Maybe you should register as a sibling sex offender.”I began to come off my high level of anxiety. Marla was speaking with a tease in her voice, she was resuming her normal self. No more was said and she stopped avoiding me, by the end of a week we’d settled back into our normal relationship.Several months after she confronted me we went to dinner with my son and. Not in THIS body anyway.I was looking through my closet for some decent 'dressy' slacks to wear to church when I heard a little tap at my door. Mom popped her head in and smiled at me."Oh good, you're not dressed yet," she said. Then she pushed the door open the rest of the way and came inside, closing it behind her. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses. It wasn't really a 'bad' dress, fashion-wise. It was a rich forest green with slightly deeper green accents. It really flattered. He's a" Shut up Peter. You're just jealous," she laughed, feeling she had the upper hand. "He's kind and rich and educated and urbane and handsome," she crooned. "And he obeys me. He does what I say Peter, when I say it," she boasted, showing the haughtiness I recognized from our youth.He was a short, dapper man, maybe 5'5" and one hundred and twenty pounds, and I didn't doubt Mary's words, easily being able to imagine her sitting astride him, disciplining him."He's not a man," I howled, "He'll.