I don't know, maybe... " No. There's just no way. It's just impossible."He paused. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Yeah... You have some stuff over here...by the way." Oh yeah?" he asked, sadly. He knew he did, he'd practically lived at her house. Getting his stuff seemed so final."Yeah. Some notebooks. And your black baseball hat, and some other clothes. I don't care when you pick them up," she said coldly."Oh. Okay, I-I'll get them sometime soon. I promise."She didn't say anything. His last two. "Give me a freaking break," she muttered as she reached the door. Her resolve was back. She'd get rid of this asshole, it was probably a delivery – her mother was forever ordering stuff off the TV, and then maybe she'd sneak a drink from her parent's liquor cabinet. It had turned into that kind of an afternoon.She jerked the door open. Samuel Thomas Axton Harris the Third was standing there. His finger was moving toward the doorbell."Don't," she said in greeting. She saw that his car, a late. I crouched down behind a chair with a great view. With the sheer size of Diego, a real giant man, I was not about to intervene for fear of being absolutely destroyed.The window glass was thin enough that I could hear Anita's whimpers and sobs, and the shuffling of feet on the deck. Suddenly Diego yanked her shorts down her knees with one quick jerk, and then my wife stood naked, except for her golden necklace, earrings, and low sandals. I got not even surprised when I saw she was not wearing. Instead Helen had turned him into the sissy that was holding thecaged cock of the woman he desires husband.Helen said Tinker meet Bell and Bell meet Tinker. You girls will becomebest friends, now kiss cheeks. After an embarrassed cheek kissing by thetwo boys Helen went on to explain the new rules. The boys would greeteach other with what she called sissy style. Bell would bend forward andTinker would spread her rear cheeks and smell her special spot then shewould kiss it. The positions would.