"HE'S AWAKE!"It was her hand that I'd felt in my dream, her breath on my face, it had been her talking to me, but that's bloody ridiculous, she's dead...She felt real though, she even wore that perfume I'd bought her, the one she said she liked, but the dick head didn't.Wait a minute though, mum and dad had been at her funeral and that didn't make any kind of sense at all, they'd been dead for over four years!A little Asian chap was leaning over me placing a stethoscope on my chest."Danny, how do. ..you want to slap me and then we are alright?" Iasked amazed"YES" she said in a adult talking to an idiot child way she then put herhands on her hips this pulled the gown open more I could see the swell ofher breasts "she looked at me "and I won't have to do anything about youstaring at my tits" she added.I could feel my face going red "....ok" I blurted out"Oh no! ask me for the slap as punishment for insulting me" she said Iswallowed, how did I get into this?"Will you ... please slap me as. B. How are you this morning?" His voice was rich and deep, he sounded sincere. He smiled gently and sat down on the lone chair, swinging it next to the table. Sandra told him her symptoms, he nodded and wrote in her file. Then he asked her some questions. Finally he asked her to lay back on the table, arms to her side, feet together. The plastic cover was cold on the opening of her back as she lay still. Sandra watched the man push his fingers gently into her stomach in various places, asking. Wiping his knife off on her sheet and picking up her purse he left a happier man.'As the man slipped from my clasp, I gave a little shutter. Men were so cruel and yet I was in need for them, and I knew that becoming a whore would be the easiest path to them. All I needed to do was find and wear my old dresses, wear a little too much makeup and figure out their way of moving. Over the next week I studied their movements and found that there were social classes, depending where you were meant you.