Sandy and I got out of the car. I pocketed my cell phone which Sandy handed to me, and we walked past a couple of large old houses before reaching the...one where Julio hid. I rang the bell. An older, blonde version of Julie answered wearing a pink terry-cloth robe and as far as I could tell nothing else. She smiled at me and frowned at Sandy. “No,” she said. “Just him. Unlike my daughter, I don’t swing that way.”My partner and I looked at each other, confused. “We just came to talk,” Sandy. You can’t control me anymore,” he ground out as if in great pain.“I see. That bloody Bron got to you didn’t he? Then you leave me no choice. I hereby issue a challenge. If I can’t be the dame, I will be the Bull. Being male suits me better anyway,” she said and changed gender.“I accept, when and where?” Dale ground out. He really angry with her trying to control him against his will.I groaned when she replied, “Here and now.”“It has to be in a corral, if you must go through with this then this. Below that she on some sort of designer mini skirt that I imagined would just barely give her the required length in school, but here on the couch, nothing was hidden. From the way she looked I would have expected a thong or at least a pair of lace panties that would give anyone who saw them just a taste of her hidden treasures. Instead they were a pair of plain cotton ones just a bit lighter than the color of her skirt.Jill sort of waved me over to them and I began to hear part of their. It would make her feel powerful again, if only temporarily. But the feeling would fade into self-loathing and she’d need her next outlet to make the pain go away. She’d been passive and submissive at every turn and found herself giving in even when the circumstance had felt wrong or uncomfortable. It was still wildly surreal that she’d allowed Matt to have sex with her and her ‘date’ with Shane was proof positive that she would still submit when treated with a total lack of respect. She might.