"Where?" Sarah said."The playground at the edge of the park." Hope answered."Well, let's go and pay them a visit," Sarah said, standing up."No!" Hope ...rotested. "Do you know what it'll do for me if you talk to them?" Well, if I don't talk to them, I call school," Sarah said. "I'm not going to let this keep happening."Hope nodded reluctantly and stood up, following Sarah to her car."Why are you doing this for me?" Hope asked as they set off. "You never seemed to care before." Of course I cared. With the breadth of your own world, youcan't really see the depth and subtlety of Missy's world. And it'simportant that you do." Why?" Rose was genuinely puzzled."Because you're limiting yourself. You can understand what they say, butbe completely clueless about why they would say it. Or worse, wouldmisjudge it. With your abilities, it is pretty much inevitable that youwill find yourself in between two people or two groups of people withcompletely different world views. And most likely, neither. Then it disappeared into the cleft of her buttocks. Beneath this, black stocking tops clung to her thighs, high up, so her bottom was a framed target, the centre of her lover’s attention. Miss la Veau smiled and then flicked the tip of her riding crop against her own thigh. She surveyed the girl spread before her; an unexpected treat so early in the morning. “You stayed then?” Miss la Veau smiled. “You knew I would,” Samantha whispered. “I thought you would take flight while you had the. "This isn't me. It just isn't."My eyes start to mist as I take a final look at masculine me. A sheet from my bed soon obscures it. I pad into the hallway. My hand scrambles across the top of the door until my slender fingers stumble into the key for my sisters room. She had left for University last year but her room just sat there. Not a single thing had been touched. Except by me. It had become my playground.A smile blossoms across my face as tumblers slide out of the way. The door swings open.