Simon was dropped off a couple of blocks from his house, probably to hook up with one of the frat-boy buddies he knew from college, and Nathan and Liz...got to Nathan's house. Nathan helped her up the stairs and into the house.Liz stood by herself in the dark while Nathan searched for the light and once it was on, he stood back and looked at her. In the yellow-hued light of his house, she looked delicious. Her hair was like a cloud of strawberry blonde, her mascara and eyeliner was still perfect. Just blackleather necklace with a strange way hooked silver rings. She was wearingolive tee and khaki cargo pants. I could say it was a pure beauty as purebeauty of a concept car - just perfect form and color and nothingredundant - every boy's dream.I didn't know why was she so special. Her head without a single hairexcept from eyebrows and eyelashes was perfect. I'm not an artist todefine why it was perfect but it was perfect at least for me. Ears andnose, cheekbones and chin and those big. Once, I thought I had it. But, I was wrong.That is not the issue, however.You and I know the real issue, don’t we?We know why I was a madman yesterday, why my good cheer and happy nature has deteriorated to the point of disappearing, why I barked at those darling women this morning.The power. The goddamned power.Uncle Bert may have been happy programming sex slaves left and right, fucking every thing he wished. He did not know of Cathy and how she used the power. He did not know she could. Then I was to put on my baby-doll and my highheeled feather and beribboned slippers and make my evening meal?whichwas a cottage cheese salad.Once I'd eaten and cleaned up my tiny kitchen I was to bag up all my boyclothes and take them out to the road to be collected the next day bythe refuse lorry. I was almost crying while I did all this, and a coupleof boys walked past and jeered at me. I shuffled back in on the highheeled slippers.Next I was the hang all the items from the delivery in my.