I told Cindy I was going to let Kathy fill them in all the details and I hope to see them later.I cleaned up the kitchen, made out a list of the thing...I needed, then return to the den. Kathy was off the phone. She was setting on the couch, her face buried in her hands crying. I was confused. “What’s wrong Baby, did Cindy upset you?” She looked at me, tears were rolling down her cheeks and she looked so scared.“Baby, talk to me, what the hell’s wrong?” “OH Frank, I have fucked up so bad, I. I’m 29 years old, and I’m a housewife and mother, from Aston in Birmingham ... And I really want to get fucked by a dog!” She smiles broadly, a positive reaction to saying her fantasy out loud on camera.We cut to a close-up as she gives us an introductory monologue.“I’m married to a really nice guy ... Actually, he’s too nice. He’s a really good man ... But I never realised how good until after I had our baby ... He’s a Christian, and he believes sex is for making babies rather than enjoying. Without a second thought I pushed back some beautiful and elaborate dresses hanging inside the wardrobe, jumped in and shut the door. Despite my fear I remember being amazed at how big and cold the old wardrobe seemed. Suddenly, I heard my father's footsteps approaching the wardrobe. I panicked, stepped backwards and tripped over my own feet. Falling I expected to hit my head on the back wall of the wardrobe and consequently be discovered by my angry father, but instead I continued to fall. "As I followed her I admired her body. She was dressed in a red silky dress that had a high collar. I think they call it a Mandarin dress, possibly due to the fact it looked very oriental. It was long and almost to the floor, but had slits on either side going almost to her waist. I could see her legs through the slits as she walked.Her legs were long and slender and clad in a natural color stockings. As she walked I could see the tops of the stockings and saw that she must be wearing a garter.