The old doctor took over from me and he and the other stranger , helped Sarah get onto the couch and laid her on her back. It was the first time I cou...d take a look at the old man properly. He looked as old as his surgeryHe was a thin man with white, grey, hair slicked slicked down with oil. He had a full moustache ,looking too, black, as though dyed. His trousers were years out of fashion. Baggy and loose, with stripes and large turn ups. He was wearing an off white shirt , that once. As with all the other shoes, these cushionedthe balls of my feet, heel and formed almost perfectly to my soles supportingmy arches. They also had several d-rings strategically placed around the straps.I also noticed the accompanying small padlocks and applied them to the lockinghasp of the buckles. Standing up and walking back to the table to fetch mycuffs and collar, I realized how walking in all these extreme heels has nowbecome almost second nature to me. Reaching the table, I picked up the. Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that possible? Emma felt the urge to shudder but suppressed it), she moved a bit quicker with the next bunch of pubic fur.Several more passes and his mound was bare. She ran her fingertips across the skin to check out her handiwork. The electric razor, as Jess had warned her, did not get it bowling ball smooth like she was used to, but it was much better than the shrubbery that had been there five minutes earlier.In the meantime,. Gaining a bit more strength in that first week. My eyes grow strong, able to see perfectly at night, better than normal, even in pitch blackness. My muscles grow stronger too, my body lean and fit. I feel like I did in high school, when I played sports and worked out a lot more. I need to feed more, gain more strength. But mostly I feel a stronger urge. An urge to find her. Victoria. My boss, from my office job before I died. I don’t know why she comes to mind, and not anyone else. Most.