So I let her go and settle down for about a week and followed. Went to the same locality where she was staying and checked in to a hotel. The very fir...t day I spent the day in the hotel and disguised myself like another Indian wearing an Indian dress. Went to her apartment before dark and assessed the layout to see whether I have any chance of getting into the flat in the night without her knowing. It was a two roomed apartment with two toilets on the ground floor. One toilet was attached to. ." I turned to scan the horizon. "Don'tlook, you idiot!" He wouldn't be able to see us from over there," I said. "It must be twohundred yards away."It seemed to me they had gone from not taking the problem seriously enoughto utterly paranoid."If he can afford bugs, he can probably afford a pair of binoculars,"mother countered."I just hope he can't lip read," said Annie. "That's why we're sittingwith our backs to the fence. You'd better keep to 'Yes, Madam' and 'No,Madam', if you're going. "I need a place to stay."He opened the door, with the chain still on. "Listen," he whispered."I want to have a good time with you tonight, bend you over and fuckthat shemale pussy of yours. I have money. You can stay if you ..." helowered his voice some more, "....are a hooker."The words hung in the air like toxic smoke. I could feel tears andfought them back with all of my might. I reached deep inside andgathered myself to say the words."I am a hooker."Shortly after Mark was done fucking. Corina had even tried setting her up -- twice -- but both times, it had been a total disaster. For some reason, just the thought of intimacy with a boy -- and not even physical intimacy! -- was beyond Abby's ability to process.She just needed a test run, a little warm-up to break the ice and get herself over the mental block that had bedeviled her for so long. One kiss, just for practice, and she'd know it could be done and be past that awkward first time. Abby knew it couldn't be a boy; that.