The favored beverage usually was white wine followed by beer. The girls enjoyed putting on a buzz. Everything seemed so much more fun if they did. A...ter exploring the Attitude Realignment room the girls went up to the room the slaves were caged in to make their own inspections. This is where the sissy slaves began serving drinks and noshes. A favorite sport was to reach down under one of the sissy slave's petticoats and grab his/her balls and give it a painful squeeze with the slave hoping. “Uh... that's why I took it off... so we could keep playing.” “Yeah, I guess you were playing,” her mother observed with some amount of understanding. “Did you like being touched?” “I uh... guess so. I am supposed to, aren't I?” Sandy asked. “Yeah, but... at your age... well I guess you could be liking it,” her mother answered. “I don't think I got to really liking it until I was... oh, I imagine, probably nineteen. But yes, its okay. You're just maturing a little faster than I did.” “I mean,. The Psych Ward.The first thing I noticed was the heavy wire mesh on the outsides of the windows. I guess they worried about someone jumping out in a fit of depression or maybe tossing someone else out in a fit of anger. The half of the floor I was going to be on had one big bay area all the way at the back filled with beds, like the old style hospitals always had. Not even semi-private. Almost like the old open bay barracks. The other half was for patients that had to be restrained full time. I. I’d been fearing, expecting bad news from Carol about Louise, but I’d hoped that my suspicions were wrong. But they weren’t.Carol reached over to me and squeezed my hand, briefly. “I know, Mike, I know. You wanted me to be able to tell you that your suspicions were unfounded, I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you.”I gave her a smile, it was probably weak, but it was the best I could manage. “Carol, I’m just grateful that you were able to help me. Without your help, I’d be clueless. I’m just so.