wimpe:

Whoa – WAIT!  Driver, slow down and stop for a moment … Is that – is THAT – oh no, it can’t be …

Oh yes it can be, because it is.  John Corzine in the flesh, former company CEO, now apparently a full-blown full-on sissy baby girl, closely supervised while playing up on top of the kids’ playscape in the public park.

I never would have figured Corzine for a fetishist – he always seemed like such a straight arrow, a normal regular guy, with zero kinks.  Is his baby girl fetish the reason why he had to step down from his executive leadership position?

Actually no, he was forced to step down because his performance as CEO – the very same position you hold now – just wasn’t up to snuff.  Under his reign, our company’s stock dropped, our sales decreased, but our corporate bond debt and our fixed costs went up dramatically,  The shareholders and bondholders are practically rioting.

Yikes, so that explains why Corzine is no longer the leading light in the executive suite, but why the new submissive sissy status?  He must really be into that kind of thing, huh?  Is it as a way of trying to cope, to deal with all the build-up of incredible pressure, of letting off excess steam?  Or just as a way to get his pervy rocks off?

None of the above, actually.  Corzine’s not into this sissy stuff at all, in fact he’d do anything in the world to be able to escape from it.  You know the kind of people that actually own this company don’t like failure, no siree Bob, they don’t.  So Corzine got a nice quiet friendly chat from a traditional consigliere

wiseguy enforcer from the old country, who told him to either right the company’s financial ship or face the consequences.

So what happened?

Let’s just say that when given such a generous opportunity, Corizine sadly failed to take advantage, so now his position and lifestyle are  … different.  Much more disciplined, much more regimented, much less flexible than they used to be when he was still an independent adult male, free to make his own decisions about what to wear, what and when to eat, when to bathe, when to go to bed, when to get up.  Those kinds of things.

That’s … horrible!  Poor Corzine!  Say, who’s that serious strong-looking woman with him?  She looks like a caregiver of sorts, a strikingly sexy but really determined, no-nonsense nanny.

That’s Loretta Francisci, the head boss’s grand-niece.  Don’t let Lovely Loretta’s gorgeous knockers or her long blonde actress-style tresses or her flashy pearly whites or liquid-brown doe-like eyes or curves like a mountain road or her long legs like a champion filly’s fool ya none.  She’s tough as nails, and it’s her job to watch Corzine like a hawk, to make sure he don’t try to escape or pull any funny business or nuttin’ like that.  Inside her big diaper bag is a nasty Colt 45 that can handle most trouble, and one special touch of her special necklace pendant alarm can have an entire fleet of armored SUV’s full of heavily-armed muscle here in just moments.  Plus, she’s a stone-cold killer who’s made her bones and proved her worth using just her bare hands.  Corzine knows better than to try and run.  She wouldn’t let him get so much as ten feet.

Wow … just … wow.  That’s sobering, and scary.  Driver, I’ve had enough sightseeing for the day.  How about you get me back to the office now?

Yes, sir.  Incidentally sir, I have it on very good authority that you might want to take a look at the most recent company quarterly earnings report.  It’s not looking so good, sir.  It’d be a real shame if Corzine got himself a new well-dressed crib mate to swallow pureed pees & carrots with, and to shit dirty diapers with, ya know what I mean … sir?

So we didn’t just happen to randomly drive by here, did we now, driver?

No sir, we did not.

Tell your superiors this – “Message received.”