‘Never mind, let’s change the subject. You got a plan yet?’ ‘Sure.’ I went back to packing. ‘I’m heading over to King’s Bay to see Ca...lie. I’ll be back in a few days.’ ‘No, dickhead.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘A plan like an ‘I’m going to get a job’ type of plan. It’s August, Diz.’ ‘I know. I’m good.’ My money was still holding out. I didn’t go out a lot or drink or anything, so my expenses were mostly food and gas for the car aside from what I gave Manny. ‘Yeah, I know, and I appreciate the money. I made my way as best as I could.The worse part of my life was the feeling of loneliness. I was sodesperate for love that I started looking for a man to love me. Therewere a few that were interested in me. Most thought I was a woman to taketo bed, have sex with and then leave. That is, until they discovered my"little tiny" secret. They would then leave and say they would call. Butmost never did. The few that would call back, I later found out, were gayor bi and wanted me only because of what I. I imagine the struggle to cover myself with myhands are tied--the inconsequential light bondage suddenly becoming truehelplessness.Public sex is really quite a bore once you're used to it. An audienceis a noisy distraction and I get self-conscious about how I look tointerested but disinterested observers. But I thrill at the thought ofbeing caught in the most compromising circumstances. Waves of orgasmcrashing upon a sudden jolt of adrenaline has to be the ultimate drugcombination. Sadly,. But Andrew Vane-Clatworthy, full of surprises to the very end, had yet more bad news for our heroine!"Not the bag, my dear. A vulgar accessory in any case, an unworthy accoutrement for a fine young woman of your undoubted good taste. I think the rather garish nail varnish can also be removed before you leave. It will be merely you, in all your natural sweet loveliness, that will venture into the cold and dark night to wend a weary and footsore way back to Happy Hampstead!"But - my keys!".