For few days now no massages back from him.The next day I phoned up Joy ask her 2 question & told her tell the truth.Question one was what was names o... the guys they meetQuestion two did she go with him had sex you know off?She told him his name was Tim from derby & other was Pete & all four of them went back to Joy’s place while Joy & Pete was in the bedroom Tim & my wife was in the living room for 2 hours, when she came in Tim was putting his top back on.But she had put her coat under her, so. Her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped when I told her I was forced to dress up as a woman. She couldn’t stop laughing at the idea of me dressed up as a woman and asked what kind of friends I had to make me do such a thing. I told her about the fishnet stockings and the black leather mini-skirt I was wearing this past weekend. She looked me up and down and said that she couldn’t picture that in her mind. She said she would have to see me dressed up in such an outfit to get a real picture of. Grace guessed it was an old thing she was fed up with. “Xenia.”The Bond villainess. Grace smiled, but still without getting a smile back. Perhaps it was a CIA rule.“Where are you taking us?” she asked. But this time there was no reply. And there were no more replies while Xenia muttered into her sleeve as they drove out of the town on small, deserted roads. In only a few minutes they came to a huge high-fenced entrance. Big as it was it still looked like a back entrance somehow, with acres of. During that episode I was conscious only of the pain, but why was I feeling anything? How was I having a comprehensive thought? I could hear a voice who was speaking? The pain and confusion was maddening. Fortunately for me someone attended my needs, and soon I was back in a world of blackness and comfort, removed from the pain by chemicals introduced into my body. I awoke. My head was no longer on fire, although I had the sensation of pins and needles working in waves across my body. I opened.