She was radiant in her short baby blue sundress and her white sandals. “I’m filling up this bird feeder!” he shot back, already losing his pati...nce with her. “Why do you feed the birds?” Cherie wondered. “Because it keeps me calm and happy!” Mr. Brooks answered her abruptly, almost shouting. He made his way slowly down the basement steps, with his “shadow” following a step behind. He concentrated on repairing a feeder that had come apart, as the girl roamed around the basement, eyeing up. Three trips to the toilet in the afternoon, another chat with Gunther, two more meetings, once while waiting in the Production Managers office. Again on the bus, this time while standing in the aisle and brushing against the woman with the expensive perfume. Once, no twice while eating dinner, she had semolina pudding followed by a banana. Three times while watching TV. Fourteen times since lunch plus eleven in the morning, twenty five in total. Correction, twenty six, again while sitting there. " Hahaha funny Kellie I know I don't look pretty," I notice he didn't saythat the nightgown wasn't his. I watch as he plays with his long hairlike a girl would, as we talk.I take the brush out of the pink hair basket. "Please stand up Stephenand look in the mirror. Come on be a big girl remember I have thehairbrush in my hand and I'm not afraid to use it," I giggle teasing himas he stands up."See you look so pretty now," I confirm the nightgown goes a coupleinches above his knees. "Now turn. What sort of dress? What did it mean? In bed, my eyes closed, I was wearing in my imagination the dress she had asked for. She pressed me against a wall and her hand was up under my dress as her eyes were close to mine, bright and clear. She whispered the words I had written for her. ‘I take what I want.’ I gave her my climax. The Last Night Parties after shows are always raucous. So much energy expended during the four performances, so much pent up anxiety, all released over wine and.