As I headed there, I past through a group of drunken men. They did the usual whistles, and grabbing for my arse, but I quickly batted them away. Much ...o their barking.I lay up against the wall now, feeling the music vibrate through my spine. I closed my eyes and listened, swaying slightlyThe song changed and I thought it might be about time for a drink. I opened my eyes to find the same group of tall burly men I had brushed past, now surrounding me.I tried to make my excuses and pass by, but as. His breath was heavy, I could hear it so loud, almost as loud as my own, and I could feel it brushing along my skin as he leaned over me, looking over each inch of my body. These were pieces of myself I had spent so much of my life hating, so much of my time wasted on cursing it, pinching and bruising, self-harming; but he looked at it with renewed adoration, affection and love poured into me with each kiss that sunk into my skin like a warm beam of sunlight.He was kind, moving as he began. She was totally alive, fussing over the garments, comparing them for me. I interrupted her.'You're loving this. Why don't you send off to some design schools? More fun than a Catholic university, I should think.' She stood stock still for a moment and then went on with her explanations. She didn't answer but I knew the seed had been planted.Finally she ran down. She came out of the bedroom tying her robe round her and flopped into her chair. I got up and gave her a glass.'Brandy and Tia Maria.. When Dad insusts on showing me off, liking me to wear some wonderfully sexy dresses he's chosen for me. All too quickly the weekend is over and we head home. We arrive home, Dad brings the cases in, and takes them upstairs. I start to make dinner. After an hour Dad appears back in the kitchen. “Just in time” I smile, “I’ve made your favourite, chilli beef.” “That’s lovely, baby” he responds. “I’ve just moved your things into the main bedroom.” I look up a little shocked. Dad comes over, kisses.