”“Oh my,” she said. “I so want to talk to the man. I really want to talk to him. He has to hear me and understand what we’ve done is for him...as well as for Kari, and well, us too.”“Yes, well, we’ll be seeing, I guess. A year is long enough for him to cool off. Well, I hope it is,” he said.“You hope! I hope more than you hope, trust me,” she said. The man smiled.“Hmm, maybe,” he said.“You have news?” said Carlton.“Yes, first off, he’s fine, healthy. He has a job driving a truck for a building. Unfortunately, my girlfriend, Maggie G. was one of those types that could barely stand having a boy touch their ass, much less actually putting their cock anywhere near it. I made a couple of trips down to the railroad depot that summer to get the fetish out of my mind. Just past the track, there was a line of “torpedo” shacks built for the factory workers. Of course, the factory was closed now, but the owners were up somewhere in Canada and they allowed the former tenants to use the property. Particular attention to petticoat sitting afteryesterday's incident on the Proud Pouf. Today, however, Julia was requiredto utter phases in her very best sissy voice."Oooh, I just adore being a simpering sissy!" I love my jiggly titties, don't you?"And of course, the ever popular sissy song:"I feel pretty, oh so pretty; such a pretty face, such a pretty dress,such a pretty smile, such a pretty me!"Now where have we heard that song before...*****"Great progress, my little poppet, but now onto. ’ ‘My dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out.’ ‘He won’t now come on.’ ‘You know, Ana, when I suggested that we do something exciting, this wasn’t a part of the plan.’ ‘I know, but isn’t that the reason why you love me? I’m spontaneous.’ ‘I never said I loved you.’ ‘I already know that you do.’ *Beep**Beep**Beep* My heart is aching. Ever since I saw Ana two weeks ago I haven’t stopped dreaming about her. It’s as if everything is coming back to me little by little and I’m overcome with.