Intrigued, Joyce flicked the pages and found to her amazement, more ofthe same inside. Two particular stories, both illustrated, took her eye.One conc...ntrated on a lecherous male boss who was kidnapped by thetyping pool. The women had lured the boss to an apartment with thepromise of sex but instead he was drugged and dressed in women's clothesby eight or nine ladies who all seemed to take great delight in dressinghim."Oh, he must wear this pretty red and white polka dot frock Marge," oneof the. Suddenly I had to ask,"You felt my sorrow Cynthia?"Cynthia sagged even deeper. "Yes, I'm also sort of a tamer/empath. I canfeel emotions of animals. I never knew they had such emotions! Well, inany case I guess I also can feel your emotions, but then you are partcat, right?"I nodded, "Yes I am. But I'm not that much cat. But now that I think ofit, were you acting at school like that because you feared to be foundout?"Cynthia looked at me, "Yes, if they knew I morfed, my 'friends' would'vekicked. . Does this make me look fat?Chris danced through each question diplomatically. He told her that his favorite dress, the red one, was definitely not appropriate for work. She had taken off her bra and panties again to model it for him. He found himself wondering if she were going to put the panties back on tonight or not.By the end of the day, Chris was mentally and physically exhausted. He was surprised that shopping could take so much out of him. Maybe it was because he had been on an. ” “I will, Jack,” I responded. “Mike, she needs more than a lover, she needs a friend, a wise and smart man.” “I understand.” I was surprised, but happy to have his acceptance. Era called to me. She wanted to show me the rest of the house. There were two small bedrooms downstairs. Jack’s was one of them. Shelly could use the other if she stayed the night. Shelly was young, mid 20’s, a nice looking Asian woman, and a full nurse. Era took me upstairs. There was a sitting room, a master suite,.