I left early that day, every step was half exited anticipation and half ‘Oh my god what the fuck am I doing, I’m going to get kidnapped and murder...d.’I sat at our arraigned meeting place in my planned cloths and waited. After a few minutes of watching strangers go by. Then a black man, around the same 20’s age, a bit taller than me and athletic, walked up to me and said what I thought sounded like “Chris?”“No” I shook my head, and returned to my phone looking for a reply from the person I was. I used the enema kit and when I was thoroughly clean down there I generously lubricated myself internally. I smiled grimly to myself as I thought back to the notion I had in the reception room about minimising pain to myself.I dried off and went over to my locker and put on the satin robe and slippers that had been provided for me."I feel silly. A mature naked man wearing a woman's robe and slippers walking around with polished fingernails," I said to Carmel."Well we know how to fix that don't. I couldn't help it. Damn my parents and damn Wilson for interfering. Like I was some little kid who couldn't make her own decisions. I mean, I knew that things with Andy couldn't work and it wasn't like he was going to sweep me off my feet just because he showed up after a year looking... well, like he did.Which is why I got so mad when the doorbell rang as I was brushing my teeth. I threw my robe over the tee shirt and panties I was wearing and stomped down the steps to throw open the. She looked gorgeous: her hair was tied back. She was wearing a tight black blouse, showing her cleavage, and a tight black skirt, showing her perky ass. She wore black stockings that went up under her skirt and black heels. I walked up to where she was standing, gathering her things and preparing to leave. “So Ms. Finch, how have you been? It’s been such a long time since we have been aloneI said isn’t it time for you to go Peter? It’s getting late” She replied, refusing to look me in the eye.