"Sorry," he says a little shyly.Suddenly his cell phone begins to ring. He answers the phone and I see awave of terror come over his face. He hangs ...p the phone and lets it fallto the floor as tears begin to roll down his face."What's wrong?" I ask concerned."That was my agent," he says as I try to dry his tears. "My driver let itleak that I was in a hotel room with a tranny. My career is over." Maybe not," I say as I begin to form an idea in my mind, "If I can getyou out of this, will you. Did you mean that?” “Of course,” I said, “I love you so much, and I'd love to show you how much, like you did for me.” “After last night, I went back to my bed, but all I could think about was those words, and the thought of making you into a girl. I must that the thought got me a little worked up...” she said quietly, looking at the floor as she spoke. “Would you be willing to let me experiment with you today? It'll just be the two of us and I promise I'll make it up to you.” It was hard to. The studio at the rear was ideal for Lucy and the shop perfect for a gallery selling our ware. Well it was actually too big, as all our stuff together would get lost in the space. After talking to Sheila and some of her friends, they had expressed a keen interest in displaying there on a permanent basis. The upstairs flat had no real use but by renting it out I could offset the cost of buying the building.It had been up for sale or lease for over eighteen months so I wasn't too surprised to. Did that make it any different? If she refused, she would be punished endlessly until she gave in. Did that make it some sort of rape, and absolve her from the title and rôle of whore?As she reached Colin and Madame, she heard him ask, "What time do I have to leave tomorrow?" After breakfast," Martha replied, and then added teasingly, "which is at five in the morning here."When Colin's face fell Martha laughed and said, "Only joking; you leave when you have finished, but fifteen hours is enough.