The next few days would be at best hectic, as well as sad. There was a lot to do, but he didn't really want to think about that at the moment."Mom and...Dad left your room exactly the way it was before you left." Kathy said reaching over, placing her hand affectionately on Mark's knee as he sat on the bench seat between his two sisters. He flinched, recovering immediately. The shock of having anyone touching him, even though it had been his own sister, reminded him how long it had been since he'd. Thinking it felt like an incoming call he mentally answered, 'Yes?''Good evening, Mr. President. We're just about ready for Miklit's send off. After that we'll process everyone as they make their decisions. I assume your wife is browsing the worlds even as we speak?''Good evening back to you, Mike. Yes, she's lost to the shopping gene and this could take a while. By the way, my name is Miles to my friends. I quit being Mr. President five minutes ago.''Sorry, Mr ... er Miles, this really could. He leaned over and said. "Hey baby, what's wrong? You didn't return my calls last night, your mom said you were not feeling well." Kyle nearly jumped out of his seat, as his heart seemingly rose into his throat. Did Ernest just call him baby? It was at this moment that Kyle realized something. He was wearing a pink sweater. He hadn't even thought of looking before, but there it was, a pink sweater. His hands were suddenly clammy. His hands. They seemed somehow wrong, and the nails had. She recognized all of them. Now, as they flashed on the screens, happy, gay and beautiful, she talked to them.She heard their voices, dubbed over the photos that showed them being whipped or fucked with dildos by a big leather-clad woman, begging for more and more. She knew how they felt. They just wanted to please their master.Alex wondered if he was their master yet, when the pictures were taken. They didn't use that word, or at least not all of them. Maybe some of them held out, maybe some--.