Jo did the same. ‘Mmm,’ said Lena, ‘that was nice. What did you think Jo?’ ‘Yes, that was nice.’ Then she kissed me, ‘Your spunk tastes ...ice with Tia Maria,’ she laughed, ‘can you taste it as well?’ ‘Kiss me, see if you can taste the Grand Marnier,’ said Lena laughing. So I kissed them both and yes, I could taste the liqueurs mixed with my spunk. Now I had an idea. ‘You just wait you two minxes. When you are ready for sex I’m going to do that to you. I wonder what Amaretto would taste like. Behind the scenes, at home, I'd raid the laundry basket at night and grab some of my older sisters clothes and underwear, rush back to my room, lock the door and indulge. I don't know right but even from a young age something about wearing woman's clothes was very liberating for me. From the age of 12, every night without fail I slept in a pair of French knickers. I had a set of girly pjs ad well I had 'borrowed' from my sister. Night time for me was a time I could be free. No one around, I was. All theclothes were of pastels, covered in laces, bows, ruffles and so much poof.I didn't belong here. No boy does.My mother didn't really pay attention to my misery and went straight tothe point. "Ms. Michaels I was wondering if you could help us find somenew outfits for my little Emily? Obviously your shop has a lot, but I wanther to have a whole new wardrobe complete with accessories." Well we got a vast selection, but a whole new wardrobe would beexpensive. Do you want to look at some of. " He walked out of the restaurant and left silence behind him."Wait Mark, what is the matter?" Rachel followed him as far as the entrance to the café. She watched him approach the Ford."Come get in the car," he called to her as he climbed in on the passenger's side.Suddenly he jumped back out to go return to the cafe. He had left the papers from Claude's briefcase on the table. He barely made it to the door when the Explorer exploded. It turned into a raging ball of flame. Mark was knocked back.