I was angry because it was all my fault. Because I could be beautiful, alot of people told me that, but I had too much weight, all my fault.Also, I vo...ed to become thin, so that what happened with Anne not happenagain.But at the same time that night, once this decision, I started tofantasize for the first time on someone. I started to dream to have amagical power, allowing me to have the body I wanted.I think it allowed me to forget my sadness at not being able to go outwith Anne. In my dreams,. The divorce would be final in three months since it was uncontested. I wouldn't say I felt good about it, only relieved. It could have been much worse. There was no acrimony, no threats, no arguing over assets.We never even had to propose a settlement. That was Margaret's strategy since she detected Andrea's sincerity in making the process as painless as possible. We would have proposed giving her much more than she asked for. As Margaret said, there was guilt written all over that document.. Criminal two had turned in alarm at the disturbance and now she – yes, she – screamed in panic and stumbled in reverse against his closet, to see her accomplice grappled into submission.The intruder within his grasp was clearly also a young woman, albeit masked like her partner. She was soft and svelte within his grip as she struggled for freedom – not as dramatically curved as the other one, but equally feminine. Awkwardly pocketing his torch he gripped the stocking mask around her neck and. “I’m not into that anymore,” Dick tells me. A little shocked, and more than a little disappointed, I’m speechless. “That’s okay,” I eventually manage. We go into the spare room and Dick finds a blanket for me as there is just a sheet on the spare bed. “You can just sleep in your underwear if you’d like,” he says. “I don’t wear any,” I replied as my jeans fell to the floor and I bent to step out of them. Dick paused a moment, watching. “Okay, I’ll see you n the morning.” Dick left the room.