I told her that Iwas feeling sick, and I was wondering if my friend Josie could take thejob instead. She said feel better, and as long as Josie is tru...tworthy,she would gladly take her. I told Ms. Arthur that Josie is verytrustworthy and nice, and that I know her really well.I went online to look for the stuff I needed. I ordered a cream to makeyour legs sexier, an artificial vagina that felt real, and cream to makemy face look temporarily more feminine, and a wig.An hour later all of the stuff. You know there are some people in this town that are not so open minded and will treat you bad, but I don't believe in that . . . . " Having motioned for me to wait in a little room, she kept talking as she walked away, and her voice faded out slowly.I shook my head, trying to get the ringing out of my ears. I chuckled, remembering government research on the use of sound as a weapon. Her voice was enough to make your teeth itch!Doc came in and closed the door. I had stripped to the waist, used. "I don't want to hear anything. You lied to me. You kept this from me.How could you?" Cynthia cried."I ... I am sorry," Mark said.There was nothing else to be said."Mark, why don't you go for a walk? Let's cool down, right?" Sharonsuggested.Mark could only nod. He collected his clothes and left. He stood onthe porch for a good ten minutes before he left for a nearby park. Hismind was numb. Fear for his marriage, the thought of losing Cynthiawas too much to bear. So he sat in the park. Not. “Of course,” I replied and we walked outside with our drinks. As soon as we were seated at a picnic table outside, I texted Mum to let her know where we were.“I take it that you want to talk,” I said as she took a sip of her water and popped a mint into her mouth.She nodded yes.“David, if I ask you a question, will you give me an absolutely honest answer?” she asked.“Have I ever given you anything else?” I answered.“No,” she sighed, “you haven’t.”I thought I detected a slight emphasis on the.