“John was so gentle and attentive it wasn't long before I told him about my crossdressing, John just loved me being happy and as dressing made me ha...py he encouraged me to dress whenever I wanted.”“After a few years we moved away from London to this house and opened up an accountancy company together until he passed away some 12 years ago” she said with an incredibly sad look on her beautiful face .Anne then spoke about life after John and her need for companionship before asking us about how. She came in and he grabbed her, pulling the gag over her mouth and fastening the snaps behind her head as fast as possible.Now she was unable to make any noise he grabbed her wrists and quickly cuffed them behind her back so she was unable to struggle either. He blindfolded her now and, with relief, took off the silly black balaclava he'd been forced to use so she wouldn't recognise him while he carried out this bit.She stood in the middle of the room, blindfolded, cuffed and gagged, her head. He stared straight ahead, blinking. The wooden footbridge over the stream was gone. Where the hell was the footbridge? It had been there for decades! The stream was only a few yards wide, but it was deep and swift, too deep and swift to wade across. Finishing his route as planned was out of the question. He supposed he could turn back and retrace his steps, but he wasn’t excited about an additional five miles—he hadn’t brought any water or energy gel with him, and ten miles was too much to do. I wanted to touch him and I wanted him near me so I could smell his after shave and hear one of his stupid stories about Italy. The next day found me as a mess. My heart started to ache around noon that day, I was sure it was because I missed him so. The problem with three words seemed stupid now, insignificant and small. I became angry at myself for being so scared of every little thing in this world, for being a wimp, for only having the courage to touch him when he wanted to hear my words.