He pulled the butt plug in and out. I’m gonna come, she said. She did. Uhhh. Ahh. Umm. And she started sobbing.Where did that come from? He asked.Ar... you really here? Are you gonna run away again?This was the first time in five years she admitted that it hurt when he left her. He had a dozen times or more. No, I give up. I’m yours if you still want me. Do you?Yes. Yes. She said.Are you mine? he asked.Yes I’m yours, she said. Tell me about it.My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My pussy is. "First Annabelle you are not putting us out at all. And Barbara and Piaare the same. She has a new nickname. She has kept us all focused onfinding you. We didn't think we would ever see you again, yes I realizethere are some 'features' that are new and special. We should sit andlet you catch a breath. Then we'll discuss the where and how regardingBarbara and Michel.Though they seemed to accept me as a woman, I felt very strange as oneamongst my old female friends. They were staring at me,. The lad who sat next to me, named Tim, would also get a good view and his trousers showed the bump of his erection. One afternoon, she caught the pair of us staring at her stocking tops. We looked away, embarrassed, but when I felt able to look again, she was smiling, and had her legs slightly apart so that the crotch of her navy knickers was on display. She held her pencil in such a way as to show what was on her mind and gently rubbed her hand up and down the pencil. By now, I was blushing as. I headed north, not by a direct route but circuitously; not with a hurriedpace, but trying to blend in with the normal flow of traffic in the city,slowing down from time to time, acting as if to study the goods at amarket, at the same time surveying the streets to see whether I wasfollowed. By slow progress I reached the edge of town in the lateafternoon. The remaining small houses stood scattered among gardens andstables; beyond them, there was nothing but low hills.I stood straight and smiled.