Okay?’ he said. His voice was quiet but stern. ‘Okay, but if I don’t, I’ll carry it forever. I want you to know what happened.’ ‘What if I...don’t want to know?’ he asked. ‘I think you should anyway. See, Carolyn and I…’ ‘I know all about you and Carolyn. I know how she was dancing on the bar with your roomie and you all dressed up all slutty for Halloween. Okay? Carolyn already told me. You don’t have to. You didn’t want me at the time because of what you thought I did, and its my fault I wasn’t. She pointed to my nose, "Plastic surgery."She sat for a few more seconds. Then she looked at me and said, "Whenyou were 5 years old, you came in the house and told me that you wantedto be a girl. I told you that you were a boy and that was the way theymade you and you told me that it was a mistake. That night when yousaid your prayers you asked to be changed into a girl while you wereasleep. The next couple of days you talked about it a lot when it wasjust you and I. After a couple of weeks,. As they were now getting used to being naked in front of each other and their masters, they relented and accepted the apron offer. We allowed them to wear their bikinis to the beach (as we didn't want to get them arrested) but they were made to disrobe within the house. They were quite surprised when a few other friends showed up during the day and we didn't let them get dressed. The guys were all smiles and their girlfriends were a bit shocked but amused. We informed them that they had lost a. “Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best, but...”“If you want to keep living, get it fucking done.”“Yes, Sir,” Blankenship mumbled as he turned to hurry out while thinking, I have a weapon. Granted, it’s made from spare parts, but it seems to work. All I need is a few bullets and a few seconds to decorate your chest, Mr. Asshole. I’ll be dead seconds later – chances are your security will make sure of that – but you’re going to kill me sooner or later, anyway. But ... this new assignment should give me a.