....but then I thought about what Jennifer had said: 'You look completelypassable to me...quite yummy in fact.'I imagined what someone would see.'Comp...etely passable.'They wouldn't know it was me. In the dark, they probably wouldn't eventhink I was a guy. I'd certainly look less suspicious if I wasn'tskulking from shadow to shadow like a frightened animal.I pulled back my hunched shoulders and tried walking a little morenaturally - my head held high as if nothing was out of the ordinary. . ” She thanked me, still sniffling as she ended the call. I had no idea what I’d do to help her. I knew almost nothing about real estate law. That wasn’t quite true; I did know what to do. Once home I gathered the materials I would need and placed them into a manila envelope. The envelope went into my briefcase.I got to the office early in anticipation of seeing Rosie and I wasn’t surprised to find her there waiting for me. She ran into my arms and we hugged each other tightly. I leaned. At this point I was begging for mercy but she continued. She was a very good judge of what each naughty boy or girl can safely take and she, not me, would decide when I had reached my very pinnacle of pain. She released me from my bounds only when I had been corrected suitably in the second stage of my punishment enemas. After embarrassingly farting out the last enema she had administered to me, I was informed it was time for me to receive a Molasses-and-Milk enema. This especially punitive. Thanks to happy coincidences, that was now a reality. I climbed out into the sunlight, stretching and yawning briefly before going to check the girls. They were still fast asleep, likely still working off the alcohol I had force fed them yesterday. I grabbed another bottle of water, and took a long drink before pulling open the doors and giving each of them a healthy dose of it. As much as I enjoyed abusing them, I wanted to keep the girls alive and well. The last thing I needed was one of.