A six-foot fence blocked his exit from the alley. At the bottom of thefence, was a small two-foot hole, while overhead were several wirescrisscrossing...and impeding his escape. Kenny quickly made a decisionand dove for the hole. His belt became tangled on a nail where someonehad tried to mend the fence, but try as he might, he couldn't dislodgehis belt. Through the small slits he could see down the alley he hadjust vacated, and with growing dread he watched as the demon enteredthe alley."Please. My husband would never agree to it. He needs you to drive for him." Who drives him around when I'm not here?" I asked."Trudy, but she..." Trudy can take him anyplace he wants to go on Monday," I said.Elizabeth was quiet, contemplative. "Suppose I could make it possible for you to have Mondays off. I would need something in return." What's that?" I asked, thinking we were close to coming to terms."I'll need Melinda to stay out of my panty drawer," Elizabeth said, looking at me."I don't know.. It wasn’t like she was having sex with the guy… Finally, she released him from his torture and dropped her arms, letting the bra fall to her waist. The car swerved as Jim’ eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Rachel’s large, perfect breasts hung magically in front of him, not two feet away. His throat went dry and he licked his lips. ‘Holy fuck,’ he muttered. Rachel giggled and enjoyed his reaction. In her mind, getting naked for a guy was almost as erotically exciting and actually. . . whatever, for you have them now.That is when I felt a torrent of sad tears begin to flow down what I knew to be an unfamiliar face. The emotion of my plight can be contained no longer!When I reach up to brush away the salty tears, which tickle the skin of my face as they descend, my upper arms and forearms again brush the bulging secondary sexual characteristics of a woman. Does every movement and every gesture have to remind me that they are there . . . that they are mine?I know the.