She hired a goodlady friend of hers, one of those in her little group of women to managethe dress shop. I was then put on staff by Madge as head sales...ladycomplete with a name tag that read "Melissa!" So I would never forget mynew station in life I would now live as a woman and work in a women's dressshop surrounded by the trappings of femininity and be in the company ofwomen from now and on. She then had me obtain my drivers license and was satisfied to seeMelissa's face on the card and the. ’ ‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ he said with a delicious smile. I couldn’t imagine why he was so intent upon being nice to me. After all, I had been incredibly rude to him since we met and yet he was solicitous and kind. I dropped back on the pillows and turned my back on him. I wanted to be left alone but he wasn’t taking the hint. ‘Are you going to eat or do I have to feed you?’ ‘I’d like to see you try,’ I muttered into the upholstery. I refused to turn back toward him. ‘Ok,’ he said with a. " Lesley's breathy, accented voice in my mind again, stronger now. It seemed like every time she was there her presence grew more confident, more bold. "I know they feel it. Martha is there tonight. She's helping them. Julie wants this."As the last thought passed through my mind I heard an audible moan that was far louder than it should be. It came from the direction of the downstairs hall, and I knew that Trish and Julie were getting down to business."No..." the thought in Lesley's voice. My backpack had all the bare necessities for a day in the forest as a fixed content. As a matter of standard I had one extra warm layer of clothing, a poncho doubling as a one person tent, dried food and a bottle of water. Now that I was in the normal world again, I also had use for my IPhone at last. I texted my sister and close friends that I would be home in just a few days and received enthusiastic responses. On my person I always had my trusty folding knife and the small, waterproof tin.