"I'll fuck you until you beg me to cease, my hot-cunted slave," I growled in her ear."Thank you, Bobby," she whispered happily.Father, Jane Marie, and...I were present for breakfast the next morning, although he appeared to have hardly slept. Mrs. Whitfield was noticeably absent. Father assured Jane Marie that her mother was well, but tired, and wished to rest that day.Again, he and I divided the day between the fields and the books of accounts. Only Jane Marie and I were in attendance for dinner. "Which football star amI making you look like today?" Eh?" I responded. "Whose hairstyle am I copying?" said Roxy, becoming abit impatient. I had so many answers going through my head but Becky'sveiled threat, the prospect of making a scene while my mother was there,and having to spend more time than I needed to in this situation,resulted in me admitting to Roxy, "Becky. I want my hair to look likeBecky's."Roxy fell silent for a few seconds before trying to reassure me bysaying, "I thought I. I suspected she was there to watch Sarah, but my girlfriend hadn't mentioned it and I did wonder why she had travelled all the way from Stoke Mandeville."Because my sister is playing," she replied haughtily. "Not that it is any of your business." I looked over to the pitch and saw the frame of Lena struggle to bring the ball under control before lofting a pass towards no-one in particular.I snorted, and Donna's eyes narrowed. "Just asked," I muttered and sighed. She was being moody and rude to. All right: here's what we're going to do. I'm going to shave and take a shower and get dressed. You're going to put on a robe and cook breakfast. And then we're going to eat and figure this thing out together."* * *Not much got accomplished over breakfast. Barry was too preoccupied with all the distractions of his new body to bring much to the discussion. His legs felt so smooth; these breasts kept bobbling all over the place and getting in the way; what happened to his penis? He couldn't.