She insists I have tolook perfect and we often employ professional makeup and fashion help.Moreover, since I never know when she wants to play, I alwa...s keep my bodyand complexion in very good shape, tanned, hairless, my fingernails andtoenails professionally manicured and clear polished and my eyebrows andlittle bush neatly groomed to feminine standards. I guess I am an obsessivemetrosexual and as a result, I can join her on almost a moment's notice andcross over to my femme person quickly.We. ‘Thanks.’ She looked down at the letters in her hands, lacing her fingers together thoughtfully underneath them. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, and I had to strain to hear her. ‘If I recall correctly, he said something about taking a few days. Staying at a cottage, I believe?’ I stood, silent, dumb, under her all-seeing gaze. All I could do was nod. And let the information trickle through into my struggling brain. He’d gone. He’d gone to the cottage anyway. I’d missed my chance.. One day as usual I dressed up and left for work. However I had to come back as I had a splitting headache. So I came back home and took a pain killer tablet. After changing my clothes I lie down on the bed and fell asleep. When my eyes opened I realized it was past noon. I got up, washed my face and as I was walking out to the living room I realized there was someone in the living room. I peeked out and saw Priya using the computer. She must not have known that I had come back early and since. “Five days from now, as agreed upon before.” She said sharply. I nodded. I would contact Leveria tomorrow at the designated time, and figure out what the hell was going on. “There may be a change in your orders tomorrow.” “Slide your message into the window,” She hissed, tapping the glass of a porthole, “You will not see me again in the flesh, or it will be the last thing you ever do.” She hissed, and brushed past me. Within ten feet, she’d disappeared into the crowd. I stepped off the boat,.