I needed to get out of their house so I could think. I really understood why Alan had to get the fuck out of there.My confusion stemmed from a lot of ...iffering thoughts and emotions. For as long as I could remember, my sister and I had been the closest people in each other’s lives. You don’t share a womb and not develop that sense of almost being the same person.That was the major reason that I had to get out of there. Kellie could read my thoughts at a glance. I was sure that if she took one. One of his whores was draped on his arm.He greeted me warmly, and Vonda let him kiss her hand.When he got to Pyx, his eyes lit up, and his most charming smile crossed his lips. "And who do we have here?"Pyx shrank back, trying hard to hide behind Vonda.I spoke up. "She is our friend, and under my protection, Rodney."Rod kept his dazzling smile. "She's your little sister, right?"I smiled at his unintended pun. "That's exactly who she is." I see. Well, have a pleasant meal."When he left, Pyx. "Yes, I'm looking for the Level 5 office of Grace N. Allenby." There's no Grayson Allenby here ma'am, where's your master?" I'm the mistress. It's a long story, please tell me where to go." You have some nerve coming in here as a slave and claiming to be a master. I think you and your friend need some discipline." The large man stood up and motioned toward a room off to the side of the lobby."Listen Here, I am Grace Allenby, formerly George Allenby, victim of premature feminization and cheating. I heard voices downstairs. My wife was home and she wasn't alone. She andher date were giggling and it sounded like they had had a lot to drink. A fewmintues later she came into the guest room, turned on the light, and crookedher finger at me. She still had her sexy outfit on that now appeared somewhatrumpled and her hair was out of place. She told me to get my sorry assdownstairs because she was going to show me just how worthless I really was. Isleep in the nude so I asked if I could put some.