It’s about your word, your promise, being meaningful. It’s about making promises to do the right things, and then living up to those promises to t...e best of your ability. Honor, once lost, can never be regained. Honor isn’t consistent with moral relativism. It requires a real sense of right and wrong.“Duty is about meeting your obligations to the best of your ability. These are not things that you want to do, but things that you have to do, because there is no one else to do them. I took upon. . wait. Let me rephrase that. Charles and I were the hiding ones ... Grace taught her friends. Charlie and I always managed to be elsewhere when the girls wanted to dance.So ... when I led Grace out on the floor ... the misogynists laughed ... and trapped flies. It helped that she bounced out of her bodice a couple three times.“Grace,” I whispered in her shell like ear, “When did you get boobs?”“Two weeks ago, when you asked me,” she grinned. “Lansing has a great plastic surgeon.”“Never tell me. I had been cherried and raiped. At first I vowed to change my life and never do these things again. But as the pain subsided I began to get horny again, and the thought of being raiped so vialontly that I needed stitches made me jerk off. after I came I knew that as soon as my stitches were out, I was going back to the AVS!One night, a few weeks after I began going back to the AVS, I saw JJ. This was before I began dressing full time as a woman. I'd go to the AVS wearing just a t-shirt shorts. Upstairs in Troy’s bedroom, Grampa and his daughters, Lauren’s mom and aunt, were just finishing a round of sex of their own. Zoe lifted her face from Grampa’s cock while her sister, Kristi, continued to grind her pussy into his face, and switched on the intercom. “Yes?” she said in anticipation.“We’re ready,” was the reply, and the intercom switched off.Minutes later they were all in Grampa’s room, Grampa and Lauren, Lauren’s dad Troy, her mom Zoe, and her aunt Kristi. There were hugs all.