I’d ask Amy, she would know. Jorge did his trousers back up, a satisfied look on his face.“I’ll arrange the change of rooms in the morning, Amy ...ake sure Elle is properly attired, and, well you know, these guests are very important, so she needs to make a very good impression, you understand me?”“Yes Jorge, I know what needs doing. Usual rates of pay?”“Specials rates Jorge, remember, not the usual ones.” Amy said. I wondered what special rates were, and what I’d have to do to earn those. Each morning, after my mother went to work, I had three or four hours before my shift at the factory started. I would get the box from under my bed and dress myself. The stockings, the suspender belt, the bra, the patent heels.I would brush down my long hair and apply my make up, slip into a short mini-dress and admire myself in the mirror. I loved turning from Fred to Freda in the mornings. I'd always put my panties on last, for some reason; I just liked it that way. My Mother's friend and. ”She tells me, “i would make it up to ringo” .We get up and go to her bedroom; the same bedroom where her innocent husband had presumed that he had deflowered her virginity; where for past 3 years she has been copulating with her husband. On the same bed, i would now screw her. We lay down kissing on her nuptial bed. A feeling of victory arises in me, as i now know that i have won her over from the man who wedded her and i would screw her into oblivion on his bed.I open her legs and come in. I dissolve the forest and reform as vapour to you in your room. You’re tangled half-hazard across the bed. I move closer, slowly too afraid you’ll disappear. As I look, I’m drawn forward. Everything’s so vivid I can hear crickets outside. The breeze has warmth to it. The oceans close. The cool floors polished wood, and the linen drapes let in just enough light. I know that when I touch you, you’ll be pulled back to day and I’ll be left in the twilight again. I lean down and brush my hand.