“Who was it?”“My brother.”“What did he want?”“He told me to say: ‘yes.’”“Yes to what?”“To a question that I haven’t been a...ked yet.”“Then I take it that now might be a good time to ask you my question.”“What question?” Betsy asked raising up to look at him.“Will you marry me?”Betsy stared at him. She hadn’t expected that question. Her mind was running a thousand miles an hour thinking about how difficult a wedding would be to arrange in these difficult times.Worried, Chuck said, “Say:. “I want you to know, Vic, that I think you’re a strong and beautiful woman. We both know I had been a sort of gatekeeper, but I think we’ve become friends out of that, whatever its intention might have been. Do you agree?”“Yes Essie. You’re an amazing woman. I have to keep reminding myself that you’re younger than me,” Victoria chuckled. “But getting to know you has been a delight, and I hope we remain friends.”“Me too. Of course there’s the problem we’ll be leaving here all too soon and. That was part of thedeal. High heels, nylons and a garter belt. He didn’ttouch or want sex, he just like that look. She shiftedthe milk filled breasts, it was like they had come fromouter space all of a sudden. She picked a long blondehair from her skirt and flicked it away. She walked to the door and knocked. “Come in,” said,John. She walked in and said,, “Reporting for nursingduty, Sir.” He liked that. “I would like you to meetJay.” “Hello Jay.. I hoped she would have some sympathy for me now that I was capitulating in this perverted parody of forced feminisation and prostitution."Don't bovver Michele; he's on his way. He just wants a quickie and this is a freebie so you better make it quick; time is money!"What the fuck did she mean: 'Freebie'? I was about to find out.The unmistakable navy blue uniform of a prison guard came into view. He was a fat man with a florid complexion, he was sweating heavily with the exertion of carrying.