The saleslady pulled the corset up on him. She tucked his breastsinto the cups of the corset. Then she started lacing it. He feltthe constriction of h...s body. She pushed on the corset directingparts of his body upward it seemed to him. She continued to tightenthe laces until he could only take short breaths. Sheila watched in fascination at the scene before her. She feltsorry for him but justified it as being necessary. She watched asthe saleslady put a multi-tiered petticoat on him then slid. It was plain that she was not enthused about her husband and son taking off. We pulled into the driveway of a three bedroom brick home. The house actually didn't look to bad. The yard needed mowing, but externally, it looked to have been taken care of pretty well. Although not in an extremely bad side of town, I could tell we were on the fringes of poverty to low middle class. We entered the house with her pass key and went room by room giving everything the once over. As we made our way to the. How are we feeling?" she said as she started taking his vitals and writing them down on the clipboard she had carried in with her."I don't know; what happened to me?" he asked."I will get the doctor," she replied."Mom, what happened?" Victor asked angrily."You were shot in the chest after someone hit you on the head with something. It damaged your eye as well. That's why you can't see out your right eye, because you have a patch over it."Is Jerry ok?" Jerry found you when he came back from the. “I suppose it has a rustic charm,” he admitted.“Is that where your Mama fucks the gardeners?” she asked.“I beg your pardon?” Charles spluttered“I believe you heard precisely what I said,” Jayne replied, “It is well known that you far more resemble Mr Brown who once was head gardener than you do your father.”“I say, that is a bit off,” he retorted, “Casting aspersions.”“Oh come on, you’re nothing like your father,” she challenged, “He is kind and studious and you.”“I what?” he bridled.“Chase.