I turned around and headed outside again. Just as I had left the room, the door of the room down the corridor opened and the cleaning lady came out. I...doubled back inside the room to avoid her seeing me. Peering out through the glass, I spotted my handbag and dress hanging on her trolley. So she had taken them! I couldn't see the rest of my clothes but I was sure she had them somewhere. I waited for her to go into the next room and then slowly crept up to the door. Maybe I could wait until she. M. and she answered the door wearing a yellow pastel bikini. I hadn't realized how curvy she truly was until I saw those big boobs of hers poking over the top of her bikini. It was then I heard another girl's voice.A rather shapely well tanned girl with long black hair appeared and introduced herself as Julie. She was also wearing a bikini but hers was turquois blue. She also had a substantial large set of breasts poking out of her top as well. Julie said, "Well now that he is here lets go out. In a fear filled voice, peeper begged the man… “Please… don’t call the cops… let me go… I won’t come back.” The man grabbed the toboggan and pulled it up and over peeper’s head. The man looked at peeper and both he and the woman gasped in surprise. “Damn!” the man said. “You’re a girl! How old are you? Who are you? Why are you peeping in my window?” the man demanded. “My name is Kim” she sobbed. “I’m sorry, please let me go… don’t call the cops”. I throw it back on the tableand wish I had something to do. I am a high school dropout. During my convalescence after beingcastrated, I missed the start of school at Hollywood High. My energy level is so low that I don't think I could have handled schoolanyway. I am lonely, but the empty hours have given me time to meditateand pray. I try to find my way to talk to my Buddha. The bruises on my boobs have faded. When my breasts jostle, the memoriesof the horrible pain that they caused when they.