By the time Anne had finished with me, nobody would have guessed I was a man unless they'd copped a feel at the front of my short leather mini skirt.A...ne was wearing black trousers, a black tunic and a dog collar. I was dressed as a tart in black satin bra and panties, tight scarlet silk blouse, black leather mini skirt with a slit up the side which exposed an almost indecent amount of thigh, black suspenders, black fishnet stockings and black patent leather high heels. Anne had put me in huge. Woh coffe banane chali gayi. Mein tv dekh raha tha.mein ne socha cd player on karta hoon usmein already ek cd thi. Mein ne play kiya tu usmein blue flim tha. Mein ne usse jaldi se band kar diya.mein ne coffe pi aur chala aaya ghar. Mein ne socha nisha tu mujhse darti hai sex ke naam se baat hi nahi karna pasand karti tu phir ye sab kya hai kuch din baad institue pe usne mujhe ghar aane ko kaha.Mein uske ghar gaya usdin bhi wahan par koi nahi tha bus woh akeli thi. Mein ne usse coffe banane ko. She wandered up and down the halls, trying to find the elusive room number she needed. Finally, after trying three different floors, she came to her classroom. She had been assigned English Literature, a class she had excelled in at school. Even with all her difficulties, she arrived early. She entered and placed her books on the desk. She slipped her purse into the drawer and opened the windows, allowing in the brisk fall air. She stood at the window and looked into the night, thinking how. He remembered feeling the metal as it was being pulled out of the dead body. He remembered the rage, a towering wrath filling and consuming him. He remembered the hatred – hatred of these people, hatred of anyone who would harm his family – magnifying that anger until it glowed to a brilliance he could literally see.Then ... he remembered Bena. Only, not-Bena. Deia-as-Bena. He remembered the choice he could not make. The choice which was made for him. The choice Bena had made.Was that – memory?.