I wrote poetry. Pretty amateurish poetry at that, but when I sent him some, he loved it. He met every need I had. I felt that I met his needs too. We ...ad an unconditional love. We could stand naked in front of each other and be unafraid of what the other would think. How many people can admit to receiving that kind of loving? How many of us can say we haven’t judged another person at some point? We never judged each other. Nothing else existed unless I wanted it to. My family, my own children. “You must be chilled through!” Judy exclaimed, “I was just thinking of making a cup of tea. Do you want one?”“I wouldn’t mind something stronger!” the stranger replied.“Well, I can offer you wine,” Judy told him, “but would you prefer a Scotch?”“A Scotch would hit the spot!” the stranger agreed. He watched as Judy belted her robe tightly before moving to the cupboards, taking down two glasses and an almost full bottle, and pouring a generous measure into each glass.“Take your coat off and give. Of course, when you ask them, they may have their own ideas. They may take you outside for a while and then bring you back in here as meat."She cried then because of the pain in her arms, and while I did feel sorry for her, I couldn't relax. I had to find meat. Her breasts were half the weight and size they'd originally been, and their shape was changing. They sagged, whereas before they hadn't, and it seemed to me that Christine was shriveling up from inside, both physically and mentally."I. He got out of his car, clearly ready to get going. I wound my window down. 'Just give me a minute', I asked. I took off my trainers and pulled my track suit bottoms down and took them off. I felt really girly now in that silky slip. I took the top off, revealing the jacket, and felt the necklace, bringing it out on show. I felt in my bag and pulled out my heeled, strappy sandals and put them on. Then I took out my wig and put it on. I really felt very feminine now, even if I was a disgraceful.