The lot had over two thousand tags listed as their home address. Illegal’s used that address to secure IDs, drivers licenses, and tags. It was just ...nside the sanctuary city lines. The address was passed around like candy by activists and interpreters. It seems like everyone knew the game and profited by it.At least the pictures were something to work with.I also sent two GPS tracking devices. I was hoping that one of my agents could install one, if there was an opportunity to do so. The new. My head was back enjoying it all as she asked softly, "You like this, huh, Alan? I want to get it really, really clean, right?" Oh, you can get it as clean as you want, that really feels good," I groaned."Well, maybe I'll get the rest of you clean first. Then maybe I'll clean out the inside of your dick. Or, maybe I'll think of some other way to do that. Are you still a virgin, Alan?"The words just stunned me. I knew enough to know what they implied."Yeah, but, I wish I wasn't," was the best. We sat and talked, and after I'd given anaccount of myself (omitting the change in my political allegiance), Idiscovered what had happened to her.At the Children's Care Home, they were in a quandary. Was she a girl ora boy? Heads were scratched, and eventually, it was decided that shewas a girl, as the operation, while reversible up to a point, wouldnever replace testicles and the hormone overdose had created its ownchanges. She was housed, cleaned, dressed and fed. So far so good. Butwhat. ”“And in what capacity do you work with Mr. Higgins?”“He’s an assistant principal at Franklin Pierce High School. We conduct multiple group therapy sessions together for students weekly.”“Anything else you’d like to share?”“Just that I hope that we can resolve this quietly.”“Hmpf,” huffed Richard. ”It’s too late for that.”Her Honor chided, “The respondent will not address the court at this time. Do you understand, Mr. Higgins?”“Yes, Your Honor.”“Very well. Any more outbursts and I will hold you.