He held a flask up to my lips and told me to drink my "sissy juice." Iwasn't quite sure what that meant, but my head started to get a littlefuzzy. I f...lt him worksing some head phones into my ears and when hepressed play, the words seemed to echo in my ears like it was God himselfspeaking."You are a good sissy," the voice insisted. "Good sissies spend all oftheir time pleasing men with their sissy holes. Good sissies know thatthey only exist to swallow cock and delicious cum. Good sissies want. She yelled out from the chill. ‘I think you need to cool off,’ he said smugly before turning and walking back into his bedroom, picking the ring up off the floor as he did. Elizabeth slammed the faucet off and stalked into his bedroom, ‘You are a fucking wanker! Who in the bloody hell do you think you are?’ She stood in front of him, scowling and demanding answers, her hands on her hips, dripping all over the hardwood floor. Chase sat and just stared at her. Her white t-shirt clung to her form. ‘I would have imagined it would be surreal.’ ‘You look very attractive sitting in here with me. I could imagine you naked, Clare. There would be leatherette imprints on your flesh: on your bare tummy as you lay belly down and your upper thighs as they are splayed widely.’ ‘Ah! No, it is your imagination that is stretched and displayed, Andrew,’ she giggled. ‘If you like.’ ‘I do like to giggle, unless of course, you don’t like: in which case I will cease and desist immediately.’ ‘You are very. “No, none.”“I will speak to the Empress’ Consort and see what I can do,” I replied thoughtfully. “Care for something to eat while we wait?”“Eat? Yes, I am hungry.”“Follow me,” I replied and led her away out to the market and Mamma’s stall after assuring Cass that we would be fine and not to try calling the Guardians. “Could you permit me to communicate?” I asked her.“Very well, no tricks please,” she warned. “I have a lot to lose if I’m thought to be or seen to be talking to enemies. I had to.