‘I must look a mess.’ She said running her right hand through her disheveled hair. ‘You look like you were in a wreck.’ He said smiling at her... ‘Yeah, did you get the number on that truck by the way?’ She joked. ‘Yeah, it was me.’ He joked back. They talked about the coming days and how they would work things, her staying with him. He would get her to her interview when she needed to. She questioned him about his work hours, he laid out his work schedule and she realized he worked for himself. Most of thepassengers were sleeping.For a while we were silent and I tried to fathom in my mind what I wasdoing, why I was letting this happen to me. I think secretly I wasloving it. For a fleeting moment I wondered if it was a game Maggie hadset up, but this was far too elaborate. It was a string of marvellouscoincidences that had left me...Sickened."How did you get into this lifestyle?" Cindy asks.I told her about my cross-dressing since I was a child. Until I met agirl, Debs, I really. The man's hands were chained together with old fashioned shackles, whichwere in turn chained to a metal loop drilled into the wall. In the cornerwas a plastic bucket.Stanley looked around. To his left was a workbench, with what looked likecarpentry tools neatly arranged on top; vice grips, screwdrivers,hammers. To his right stood a camera on a tripod, aimed at the man. Andagainst the wall, a plain steel folding chair in front of a plain metaltable. On top of the table was a closed laptop. Suddenly Pooja stood up from her chair and turned toward me. Even in the darkness of the room I could tell that she was looking into my eyes and for a long moment she just stood there without moving. “Wait here,” she said as she turned and walked out of the room. I watched her leave the room then I turned back to the window. The lovers had changed their position and was now lying on their sides facing each other. The woman had her upper leg pulled up and over her lover’s hip and even in the dim.