“Come on,” I replied, “Get in.” Betty hopped into the passenger seat beside me. “This is so cool!” Batty exclaimed, “I’ve never been ...o Oklahoma!” She was giddy, like a school girl. I backed out of the drive way as she put on the seatbelt. As we headed up the interstate, I couldn’t help but notice her long bronzed legs. Her pocket liners hung below the edge of her shorts. She was well developed and her t-shirt fit snug against her cheerleader-like body. We chatted about school and her. She still tried to look nice for him. Why she did this, she had no idea! He never looked at her as a woman anymore and it had been like that for years. Many years. She wanted to sleep in her daughter's old bedroom but he wouldn't hear of it. Even though he hadn't touched her in many years, he insisted on her sharing his bed. This made her even lonelier still.He had a bad temper, a very short fuse and she always felt like she was walking on eggshells around him. Oh, he could be funny, nice and. We all fall somewhere between the two scales’ endpoints. Now assuming we had a way of measuring a person’s level of morality and ethics, we would still have the problem of deciding where to draw the line between acceptable and unacceptable.”“I suppose you’re right, Larry. I can’t see any way to measure if someone is moral or ethical. All we have to judge by is their prior statements and actions, and we don’t know what they have done when no one was around to observe them. I recall one guy. Kevin had heard the screams of men being beaten and raped at night, heard the stories of some of these victims having to have their rectums sewed up after a violent gang rape, and he considered himself fortunate to have escaped that himself. but at what cost?Kevin had been having thoughts of homosexuality, dating back to puberty. He had also been secretly crossdressing since then too. So when put into the situation of voluntarily allowing himself to become a prison “turnout,” he had considered.