It was sometime in early 1991." Dad was miserable for a long time. He met a woman at the grocery storeand they hit it off and started dating. The rest... I imagine you canguess. Dad fell head over heals for her, it didn't seem to matter thatat one time she was as male as he or I. He always said that he only knewher as the beautiful woman he married. We moved shortly after that andthey both settled in to as normal of a life as could be possible."I stood and again walked to the marker, followed. Sure enough, Shirley wasthere, dressed up herself as if she was going out, but helped him stripoff completely then handed him a flesh coloured control brief to put on,something he felt superfluous to his needs.She helped him with a pair of nude pantyhose, then a dress the double ofthe one his wife was wearing except this one was pink and with matchingstrappy shoes. She followed him back down the stairs and straight to thedining room where his Mistress and Mr Holder were sitting at the. Gathering me up in his arms, he lifted me off the sink and laid me on the floor, I was half unconscious but I didn’t care, he could do what he liked to my body, I was a slave to him.Crouching over my face, he didn’t care that I was barely alive. He knelt over my head, his crotch up to mouth, his hand clasping his erect cock, it wasn’t the biggest cock but it was good enough for me. He was hard as rock, his hand massaged the shaft. He brought his hips in closer to my mouth, the end of his dick. ”“Oh? It mentions Lake Kununurra. It talks about a ‘second crossing’ of the Ord. And, most interestingly, it never mentions Molly Springs nor Mirima Village.”“How about tribe or band?”“Nope.”“Aboriginal?”“Hardly.”“Indigenous?”“Once: the requisite: ‘Increasing opportunities for indigenous people’.”“‘Curiouser and curiouser.’ Let me ask yet another: ‘Miriwoong Gajerrong’.”“Surely you jest, my boy.”“Aren’t the Miriwoong Gajerrong the recognized native title holder to Kununurra?”“Yes. You’re still.