My fingers trailed along the crease of buttons that bound her clothes to her body, and I deftly pulled each of them apart. “I can’t control it, Lu...illa,” Julia said, reaching behind herself to stop me. “I’ll burn you.” “You won’t burn me,” I smiled, undoing the last button. “I know you won’t.” Her habit fell, and the dainty slip she wore beneath it draped scandalously off her. The soft curve of her shoulders lay bare, the pale crease of her breasts shown from the top of her bodice, and the. Curt told her, "Remember that piece of propertyyou gave me the deed to, so I could make inquiries? Well, I took it to aninvestor friend and pointed out to him the potential of the neighborhoodit's in. The entire area around it is already being developed. He wantsto buy it and here's the figure he's willing to pay." He showed her a slipof paper and her eyes went wide. She said, "With that much money I wouldnever need any other income." He said meaningfully, "Yes, so if there wasanyone here. I looked in the mirror andrealised how ridiculous I looked. From the ground up, I looked veryfeminine and like a slut, going up to my heavily made up face. But the lackof a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that Iwas a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go downstairsand face the ridicule.I decided to play along as well as possible, to earn no further demeritsand to get out of there as soon as possible and try and think of some wayto get out of. "Now this one, 'The FDR years: Court Packing. Disk 4 of 9." Oh, I finished that one. I really liked it. It's about how President Roosevelt couldn't get his programs, called the New Deal, put into law, since the Supreme Court kept saying parts of it were unconstitutional. Like the Railroad Retirement Act, which was the model, almost, for Social Security. The Supreme Court struck it down because it didn't give railroad workers due process – maybe some of them would not want to pay into a.