Is that ok Wendy? Do you want me to carry on?!Wendy shook her head vigorously and moaned as loud as she could. Saliva from her gagged mouth leaked o...to her chin and tears ran down her face.“Good” Whispered Miss West; “Just the way I like it! You have signed the forms Wendy. You have no choice! And now I have a video of you to show around town if I wish!” She laughed in Wendys face. “Just relax and enjoy, there’s a good little girl!”Facing Wendy and with her back to the camera Miss West. About the money. There was almost a row. Almost. ButMary was firm.“There is no use crying over split milk. The money is spent, and that's that. It isn'tlike you got nothing for it. Most sissies would give their right leg to have suchgorgeous outfits as you have!”She laughed then, not even bothering to pretend to take his objection seriously. Mikewas stung by this to attempt some sort of opposition.“But… I'm not a sissy, I'm not!”“No Mike, you certainly are not,” retorted Mary. “You are NOT a. There wasn't any anger inthem. No confusion either.I felt myself take a step forward, drawn to him. The connection we sharedwith our gaze was magnetic. Before I new it I was next to the bed. He stood up then, making itpossible only to meet his gaze by looking up. Such a change from my world.To look up at one with my stature. I felt weak, small and insignificant.His hands rose and grasped me ever so gently on my shoulders. I felt himpull me close. My body rubbing up against his. Feelings of. ’ ‘Yeah, ’cause he lost his marbles.’ My phone had vibrated with a text while in the Starbucks, but I hadn’t checked it. With them busy bantering again, I decided to, not really thinking whether they’d notice me or not. They did notice. Alex’s eyes were on the rearview mirror. ‘What’s that?’ ‘My friend,’ I replied in my most bored tone, which wasn’t actually hard to pull off. ‘She wants to know if I’m going to town later.’ I vacantly raised my brows as I thumbed a response on the screen. ‘Have.