It was said to have pictures of women in it, women with no clothes on. Phil wondered what sort of man read it. Surely women would feel very uncomforta...le in front of someone like that. He could not imagine ever admitting to such a thing.His curiosity was about to kill its cat. He was too short for anyone to see him. He opened the magazine.Women didn't have dinks! Instead, they had...hair? Did it get wet when they went to the bathroom? And their chest! It had big round lumps on it, lumps whose. When he got back he handed me two packets and said he had bought a spare pack that I could keep in my desk in case I forgot them again. I thought how considerate that was of him.Again he followed me out into the yard and asked if he could light my cigarette. I handed him the lighter and took a deep inhale as he lit it and then blew the smoke out through my pursed lips. I could see his hands trembling as he held the lighter. Suddenly I realised he was getting some sort of kick out of watching me. Miss Clarke asked if he'd wear them all for her and all her friends.Chrissy begged for it. Begged to wear them and shown off for MissClarke's enjoyment. Turning to Miss Moore, the sissy asked if she'd allowhim to serve them both downstairs as there French Maid, at afternoon teaand afterwards finish her chores. The temptress pretended to hem and haw,but there was no debate."For you're information, the sissy was hand washing my intimates, weren'tyou? A little service for us both and then some. The glow on the horizon said it was almost dawn or almost night. I wasn't sure of anything, except that it was time to break up the party and go find Elizabeth."Where's your niece, you old bastard?" I spat through my bleeding lips."She's at work, back in town. Not that it's going to make a bit of difference to you. You're not going anywhere but to a shallow grave. You really should treat people better. You can never tell when somebody may hold your life in their hands. My vote is we make you.