In the pure, cool light of morning, I saw the silk drapingmy body, surprised to think how long I'd worn that silk and lace, to thinkhow I had stepped ...ut into the night, what I had wrapped myself into,disguise that wasn't a disguise at all, not any more. I looked down atmyself, thought of what I had done, the rules I'd crumbled into dust,oblivious, uncaring. And felt shaken now, remembering."I guess," I nodded at the bedroom door. "You'll tell me that it takes afriend ..." You followed me so. I asked him whereabouts he was. He lived not far from me about ten minutes walk. I asked him to come round. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and I answered he was there in jeans and a tee shirt. I had answered the door bollock naked because I knew it was him. He said wow, and asked if he could touch my cock. Yes of course, he rubbed it and put his hands under my balls. I unzipped him and put my hands in, his balls and cock were huge, he stripped off his clothes and stood. Of habit, we remaining survivors met there every Freo afternoon to hoist a few blackjacks in remembrance of our lost friends and companions. Sometimes the townswomen, new lovers or old family kin, would sit nearby quietly, hoping for us to tell a tale of our adventures, but we rarely ever spoke of the bad old days, and never of our ordeal at Lacestone. We all wanted very badly to forget and no one was happy about remembering or reliving old terrors. My nerves were slowly getting better and I. "Well," Gina Hawkins said. "I guess we know what she's having forlunch."11:15Things had settled down to a routine. I had different files on flights,on cruises, on resorts and on travel destinations. Same-sex weddingswere a big ticket. Bed and breakfast inns for weekend getaways.And the phone rang."National Travel," Polly answered. "How may I help you." Pollyanna?" a familiar voice said."Junie?" Hey, princess. How does everyone at work like Polly?" Jesus, Junie. It's hell. Why did you make me do.