I see what my dear husband means.I saw history vids. This world has been bathed in blood. But now I think they do have a New Start. I looked at my hus...and wearing a lovely grey skirt suit, knee length pencil skirt, hair makeup male perfect. I wearing my black trouser suit, I wore some light make up and a 2 inch heel. Well us women like to look good too. I remembered that first night at dinner with my husband and two sons. My husband in a black silk evening gown, my boys in light blue and pink.. It was then I realised we all had. Had piercings like that woman, the naked one. The one with the gold collar. They came to me first, one held a gold collar in his massive hands. My collar. The other lit a blow lamp, the sort my Dad used when he was fixing his old car in the garage. They welded the collar about my neck. I smelt my skin burn, in spite of the asbestos shield they placed between it, and my neck. I must have fainted. I came to when a bucket of water was thrown over me. They moved. I had done everything imaginable over the years and this was pretty common. Either Mummy or Aunty, both were very common, with both men and cross dressers / TVs. He went to the bathroom and came back with a large polythene bag, which was full of his bits and pieces. He sat back down and passed me the bag. I opened it and peered in and had a little rummage. The first thing I recognised was the smell of damp. I asked him where he kept this bag of goodies and he said in the boot of his car. This. When he leaves, she would know that he was the last act of intended kindness. He was the exception. There would be no more. She would then be at the mercy of beasts. Nothing of that sort had ever happened to Iona, nor had she witnessed such. She had been fucked, but never by a hand purposefully meant to be cruel. There had been moments that left her fearful and shaken. She fully understood that she was one of the more fortunate in her position. She was quite aware of the possibilities that.