It was too cold to wear it during winter, but it would be nice to know where it was ... The smell of fresh sausage guided her senses to more immediate...interests. She wasn't worried. The garment would turn up eventually, somewhere. That was the least of her concerns.Elaine was in the dining hall with several of her parishioners. This had been her 'night' for her weekly 'service'."You're always welcome to join us," Elaine said, inviting her sister to sit down to breakfast with them."Thanks," Béla. "I talked to the warden about your so-called good behavior. He said your sentence was reduced and parole initiated because of a court-ordered resolution of overcrowding in the facility, and that it had nothing whatsoever to do with your behavior. He said he, himself, informed you of your good fortune, and suggested that you change your ways to avoid coming back to prison. Another lie under oath, Mr. Gardner."And so, Mr. Gardner, when I reviewed other things you claim to be true, I find I have. Like kissing, plush rose petals. I looked her up and down in my drunk and horny stupor. She was breathing heavily, her neck and collar bone leading to her chest. Perky breasts rose and fell as I leered at them greedily. Her petite frame tightly coiled from my advances. She looked fresh and alive, the exact opposite of the tired woman in the other room. I finally roved back up to her eyes which had a mix of fear and confusion. She saw me staring, and she was unsure of what to do next. So I made. I made his cock hard and he wanted me. "Lift your skirt." Came the calm but firm order from behind me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Jack had removed his trousers and was watching me from the sofa, hard cock in hand. As I reached back to lift my skirt I saw my reflection in the mirror. Suddenly everything changed. Looking back at me I saw a true reflection of my sexuality. I saw Jessica. I lifted my skirt and revealed my smooth butt, perfectly framed by white suspender straps. I bent.