‘Yeah?’ ‘What the bloody hell did we do last night!?’ Though her tone was worried she hadn’t yet seen fit to disentangle her limbs from his....‘We had a lot of sex ‘Leesh.’ His voice was almost amusingly relaxed. As if having a lot of sex in strange old cellars was a day-to-day occurrence for him. ‘Well deduced Miss-Bloody-Marple. I meant what the hell came over us? I’ve never been that horny in my life and there was no build up at all. It was just like…WHAM!’ ‘…Bam, thank you ma’am.’ Jamie added. No piece was larger than an index card. Every picture and painting on the walls had been smashed. The frames were reduced to warped shapes of metal that looked as though they'd been exposed to tremendous heat. The pictures and photos in the frames, as well as every other paper item, had been shredded into confetti that wasn't any bigger than a postage stamp, and occupied a large pile in the center of the carpet. The computer and all its hardware and peripherals had been systematically. My obsession withwomen clothes, the fact I always looked at women but focused more ontheir make-up, their shoes, their styles. Being a bloke I'd never been afashion follower of any kind, but the more I read up on transvestism andthe thoughts of others the more I convinced myself that it was, atleast, something I'd like to try.And then I'd found the website, a link off of a site specifically forcross dressers who wanted to role-play. The site advertised a dressingservice with a choice of. She barely grazed him with her lips, but it sent a shiver through his muscular body all the same. She giggled. She loved controlling men through their sex-sticks. She was going to enjoy playing with her sister's perfect son, even if it meant getting a little rough with him."If you ever tell anyone about this, especially your mom, I will kill you," Samantha promised, although it was clear at this point she was ready to do anything and everything to her nephew. Bobby didn't respond but he laughed.