After a minute she knocked on the dressing room door. "Well, do they fitok?" Yeah, everything fits fine," he answered through the door."Can I see?" sh... called back."Well, the panty is lace, and a G-string so it doesn't hide a lot frontor back," he whispered back through the door."So, who do you think will be helping you into your dress for yourwedding? Denise won't be able to; it is going to have to be me. Youmight as well let me see you now."Beth stood there waiting for a second and the door. She unbuttons slowly her pin striped shirt and I watch as strands of her long auburn hair fall around her face partially obscuring her pretty features. Her shirt unfastened she slips it off and places it neatly upon the back of the arm chair. She is tall for a female, perhaps five feet six, and willowy. She gazes at me forlornly for a second – it will not save her – as she casts off her black bra. She is topless now, as is required for a whipping, and her delicious firm breasts exposed. I stand. " Have you ever wanted to kill yourself?"Why did she have to ask that question? Should I tell her the truth, ordeny like mad. If I deny and she finds out the truth then all trust islost. However, is she likely to find out? But Helen's here and I don'twant her to hear a lie."Yes, but not anymore." Why did you want to kill yourself?" Because there was no point in living," I replied, my stomach givinggroans of protest. "My life wasn't as rosy as it is now. I used toconstantly watch what was. "My God Doug, look! I can see a train crossing the road not too far from here...and there's people and cars outside. They look real." Doug joined me at the window. Like me, he was surprised to see heaven wasn't much different from a regular town. Where was the city of lights with its gleaming crystals that Master Komma had told us about? "Look at the markings on that train engine," I pointed out. "It says Conrail. That used to be a major railroad in the northeast until CSX and Norfolk and.