She was holding my .32 caliber automatic. I grabbed the gun from her. I figured we didn’t have much time before the police arrived. I had to think f...st.“I shot them not you. I was here to protect you from your former employers and they intimidated us. I got it in the mouth and shot them down. Got it!” I said.“But...” she started.“Just do what I tell you. We don’t have time to argue, Lea. I mean it, and stick to that story,” I said, she nodded. She was crying. And then they were there, the men. Then it began. One of them pulled me up and over to the grassy area. Another pulled off my t-shirt showing my tiny tits. By this time I had been on the hormonal d**gs for almost a year. Another guy, behind me, grabbed my shorts and G-string and pulled them to the ground. They all began making comments about my G-string panties and my gurly shape. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours and they had pulled my converse and socks off. I was completely naked.The gentle breeze felt luscious as it. We walked to the end of a pier where a huge yacht was tied. I don’t know a thing about boats, so I couldn’t tell you what kind or how big it was. It just looked big—bigger than anything else at the marina that I could see.“This is where I want you to sketch me,” Lissa said.“It’s raining, Lissa.” Okay, I was whining about having my gorgeous model wife get naked in front of me. Stupid!“That should make it interesting,” she said. She apparently had everything set up in advance as there was a. .I'll just get packed and move out," I said still embarrassed at mypredicament."What do you mean 'move out'? Who asked you to move out!?" he said stilllooking me over. "Well what do you know, I've got a little swishing'sissy boy' for a renter," he said with growing excitement."Look," I said. "You saw me indulging my little 'hobby' and now I'mcaught. Ok, I'm sorry to have shocked you or offended you or whatever.Maybe it's time I just moved on," I finished. But Bob wasn't done, Icould tell by.