“Oh, the concierge at the hotel can get almost anything done for you overnight. Anything at all, no questions asked.” She smiled sweetly, and rath...r innocently, which was completely convincing, even though she was still using that young middle-class English accent that I knew was false.“But we only spoke about you accompanying me late last evening, and there you were at the station by 6.15 in the morning.”“I know, I had to put a rush on it, but these cards were waiting for me in a neat parcel. "You're so skilled, your speed typing and shorthand, the fact that you were Mr Harding's Personal Assistant, and your position was of such a confidential nature ... I'm convinced that you'll walk into another job ... Easy!" It might take a little time though..." Miranda fretted.Peter smiled reassuringly at her. "With my salary increase, we can get by ... for a little while at least ... until you get on your feet again."Miranda hugged her brother gratefully."Thanks Pete ... but I refuse to be a. " "From now on you'llDarlene the little sissy faggot who loves being a lady for Mummy andgetting fucked in the ass." "Wonderful isn't it dear?" I whimpered andmoaned as the cock and the dryer worked. "Your going to become Mummy'ssissy cock sucker now." "That the only way Mummy lets naughty boys likeyou play with me." Tell Mummy what a little sissy faggot you are darling." "Yes Mummy I'ma sissy faggot." Do you like getting fucked Darlene?" "Yes Mummy" "Ahdear, Mother is going to show you many. One thing I did was something I should have done when I first came home. I took my uniforms, even the old ones I had in storage, and took off all my ribbons, badges, and insignia. The uniforms I stuffed into a duffel bag and took to the Goodwill Box over on Carstair Street. The rest I put into a shoebox, balled up some newspapers to fill it out, and then taped the lid on. I made a label and mailed it to the Pentagon. Inside I left a note, simply stating, ‘I don’t deserve these.’ I hadn’t put a.