Week 3 same bullshit plowing out there chops, works meeting it was Weds , informed them to tone down the drink and change subject at work we plough on...and head back. After dinner boys head up stair's even tho D is in leather knee highs, large fishnet stockings and tied in a bow white blouse, the pubs quiet only a few other dinner's D comes over with a coffee and sits looking embarrassed "You OK? Notice hubby missing last couple of night's?" She now looks glum "He's had to go to Bristol ,family. “Shut up bitch.” The final word of my instruction is hissed in emphasis.Revealed, your sex is at my mercy. The darker skin of your labia is closed, but I know this is going to be a temporary condition. The wickedly sharp point scratches against the left lip, snagging the skin evilly. I hear you gasp in fear and shock of the cold steel and the danger of being cut. I repeat the exercise, scratching the right lip. In an automotive response, blood infuses your sex and fills the flaps of your cunt.. Then the next morning I changed back to Paul.I sold some more investments, and withdrew some more cash. I figured thatgave me enough money to get through Year 12 and university. Besides, Icould always get a part time job, since I'd find the school anduniversity work so easy the second time around. I also mentioned to thebank teller that I needed it for a vacation around Australia, just tothrow in another alibi for when I disappeared.The rest of my property and assets were left to my actual. I wonder how I am being poisoned, by food or injection. I hardly eat and there are no suspicious marks that I can see on my body, which I explore frequently and with great care, touching myself without inhibition and without the ability to orgasm. Sometimes, only by chance, Alia passes through the room where I lie pleasuring myself. I implore her, quietly, with my eyes alone, wide and surrendered to anything, but she ignores me, or pretends not to see me, reapplying her lipstick, or re-doing.