The entry hall of her apartment has a series of drawings of women. Most are in the park, sunning on benches, lying on the grass. There is one of me fr...m last summer, wearing the dress that got me the worst leers that first week at work, the one I have never worn to work again. The one that showed my nipples in the air conditioning. Even in the park, it seems almost transparent in her drawing. Around the bend, the women are less formally dressed, a few buttons open at the top, top open to the. He stepped back into the bedroomand put on a pair of boxers and made sure to bind his chest. Hisbreasts were always kind of small so that also made dressing as a guypretty easy. He went to the drawer and put on a t-shirt and jeans and apair of white socks. After he was dressed he quickly combed his hairand put on a pair of sneakers. He was enjoying how much easier it wasgetting dressed as a guy than a girl. He put his wallet in his pocketand went back to the kitchen. Kyle was sitting at. People sat waiting for previouslyscheduled appointments. It felt to Gary that these few were blissfullyunaware of the undefined danger on the wind. Life was business andbusiness must be conduced for life to continue. Only when it ceased wasthere a threat of something sinister. Below the dark wood panels, the walls were pained in lavish rich darkregal colors of navy and mauve with exquisite molding around thewoodwork. Around the space were plush wing-backed chairs, dark woodmahogany tables. I only knew she was home when I felt her hand lift my dress, rub my ass, and give it a little slap. Then I could feel her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the sides of my head through the leather hood. She held my face and finally spoke. You realize that there is no turning back now, right? MmHmm I mumbled with the gag preventing any resemblance of speech. You are so fucked! she said with a carefree laugh. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there.