Chapter Forty Seven
A Summer of Capitulation
“Please, you can’t send the photos to Mom and Dad,” Christy says after opening my shocking email.
“I can do anything I want. Perhaps it would be best for you, letting your parents know of your cross-dressing and your bisexual pursuits. You look very pretty...”
Yes, Christy was quite prettified in the photos with Jim. Lots of makeup, the rhinestone ear studs sparkling with every camera flash.
“But you made me do this,” Christy’s hand gesturing to her nakedness, coifed hair and full makeup.
“Did I? Or was all that time and money you spent on Madam, m**********g for her, a cry for help? You placed yourself in a position in which you lost control... had to capitulate to whoever would hoist you from the pit of decadence you jumped into. It just
