"Obediently, I complied and slid the knickers down my smooth legs. Ishould tell you, they were quite plain, with modest frilled trim at thewaist and ...eg-holes. They were completely unlike my normal frillypanties. I was to find out that they were standard underwear for usNew-Girls. And we were also to wear matching boys'-bras.The Medical Officer seemed to be particularly interested in my boy-bits.She tutted as she fondled my little nuggets."I see you've still got these things." She. While he rubbed a finger over the scar, he said, “I need to talk to Mr. Jones.”“Sure,” Jim said.Sid had no idea what the scar meant, but he understood that Mike had decided that it was an easy way to get rid of the other officers. Deciding that it would be best to go along with the ruse, he smiled and winked at the two officers. He turned his head to watch Mike with small smile on his face.Mike waited until the other two officers left the house. Once the door closed, he turned to Sid and said,. So different from me. So different from who I was.The room darkened again."Looks like rain," she said.The flat was so squalid. My home was perfectly neat; perfectly clean.To not care about that. To leave dirty pots in the sink. To ignore theblack spots of damp spreading up the walls.The room took on a dim golden sunset glow. The air became heavy, thick;difficult to see through beyond the blur. Strange black shadows creptaround the edges of the whore's face and arms that she didn't seem tosee.A. There were no parking meters. He was confident no one would notice the car.But he had then walked straight to the hotel and into his room, and had not left the suite for two days. For cover, he called the front desk and, pleading a sudden illness, had arranged for the purchase and delivery of an array of patent medicines. The clerk, sounding genuinely concerned, offered to summon a physician. Phelps told him he was experiencing familiar symptoms. He would be fine with time, rest and.