Felicity had left instructions for washing, shopping and pick ups. This was easy I thought! I had a message on my mobile from Alex saying my parents h...d been trying to contact me. I ignored it. I climbed back in the 4x4 and drove to the supermarket. This was great I felt so comfortable and natural shopping as a woman. I pottered around and looked at the bras and lingerie in the shop, buying for myself another white lace bra and knickers. This state of bliss for me carried on for a month or. "I'm sorry?" I say kind of questioning myself. I'm actually not sure what to say."Are you really sorry?" you ask. "That didn't sound like you were sorry to me!" You say in a stern voice.Uh, oh. You are getting that look in your eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea to play along. I try to think of something to say, but what?"I said I was sorry! can't we leave it at that? Please don't punish me!" I say quickly. Oops, that just adds to the game you are playing. "Hmmm, guilty as I suspected.. ’ Sandy said, dreamily. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes. ‘I always love when you do that.’ ‘More than when I suck your toes?’ Sandy squealed slightly. ‘I guess so.’ Rudy chuckled. ‘Am I making your squishy again?’ ‘Yes.’ She admitted, as his tongue left a wet trail around her ear. ‘But I don’t want you to. Not right now. I have to work on this project I’m doing, and I’m way behind.’ ‘How about this? I do what I came here to do, and you keep working on your project. Do you think you can. It could be that he got tied up in security or got stuck in traffic, and just missed the flight.”“What do I do now? How do I find out? He was supposed to call this morning and didn’t.”“Have you called him?”Lynn stood there and suddenly felt really silly.“I hadn’t thought of that. I’m sorry to bother you.”Lynn walked into the middle of the terminal, pulled out her phone and tapped her husband’s speed dial tab. It went straight to voicemail, that meant that the phone was either completely turned.