.. he didn't think in conservative terms about every thing.Maggie had tearfully told him who the father of Mandy's baby was. She was still agonizing o...er whether or not to get Mandy an abortion. She was clearly worried that the baby, if allowed to come to term, would have two heads.So the first thing Bob did, when the kids got there, was to sit them down for a little chat."I understand you two made a baby," he said, bluntly.Both kids' faces flamed red. They hadn't really had time to get to know. A woman of substantial size and height came into the room. She was anolder woman with a traditional housemaids dress and apron in black andwhite, long sleeved and clearly designed for day-long cleaningobligations. Sliding out of bed, I tried to speak. I could not. Myvoice was missing. She told me that I was to be bathed and dressed byher, and that her name was Agatha. I simply nodded and was lead into anadjoining bathroom. She helped me into the tub and washed my clearlyfemininized body. Through high school and college she had spent a great deal of time in bed with Theresa, her best and closest friend, and a variety of well hung jocks and other studs. They usually enjoyed sampling men at the same time but rarely got the chance after they both married. The last time they had been together in bed with a man had been years ago, just after their daughters had started school together, when she treated their young real estate agent to a special treat for closing on their new house. There was light coming from the area of the hall-house and he edged slowly towards that. As his eyes became more accustomed to the darkness he began to see there were signs that the camp was somewhat in disrepair, un-maintained was the word that sprang to his mind. He began worrying.When he was within fifty yards of the hall-house he could see the flag that was fluttering over it. It wasn't his own Norse-slayer banner, not the Saltire, not even Gabrain's Dalriada design, but something he.