In the gloom, he looked nervously about. "This way Sir" prompted the butler. David sighed and followed.Along darkened Downing Street they walked until...they came to s small flight of stairs down to a basement door. His guide knocked, and the door opened a crack. Light streamed out. "Yes?" queried a woman's voice. "It's the American Gent, Ma'am — Colonel Ogilvy."The door opened wider and David was ushered in. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The. . the sun reflecting off the oil still lying on her skin. I reached out to them, touching them, squeezing them, kneading them. That need, my desire to have her once again, was tingling within me. I took the bottle and poured some onto one cheek. It ran down the slope, finding its own way to where it was needed, where it would be of use, in that space where the sun don't shine. I was going to use it, but ignore the instructions and its intended purpose. A higher purpose, to protect her most. It's a pretty dress."Michael was just dying to put the dress on. He would look so pretty init, he knew, but he couldn't do it in front of Maeven or Marilyn. Hisolder sisters had not dressed him as a girl for a year now, after theirmother had warned them not to."Yes," Maeven said. "I'll help you get into it." No, I can't." Why not?" They both said in a chorus."Sister said it's a sin," he replied. "A sin?" Marilyn asked. "Yes that's what she said. A boy shouldn't wear girls' clothes. I looked around at the ladies around thesalon and at the young girl behind the counter. Again I was going tohave to humiliate myself in public."Please Alan, I am Master John's Simpering sissy, and I am here to havesome work done to make me as girlie as I can be for him," I said.Immediately I could here sniggering around the room as faces looked upto see who would be pathetic enough to ridicule themselves in such away."And what is it you'd like done, sweety?" he said.Another deep breath."Well I.