I quickly left.I raced home to get there before them. Early in our relationship we had installed cameras in our bedroom to record the excitement. I kn...w the cameras were there, I had looked at them last week. I put new disks in the recorders set them to run and left before they arrived. I broke a window pain in the kitchen door and left the door unlocked, turning the thumb knob with my hankie in my hand. The door was only open an inch or so.Soon a message arrived on my phone informing me of a. I'm standing there in my bikini knickers looking down at the pile on the floor, when I looked up and see myself in my full-length mirror. I turn to look at myself; not too bad. I think my boobs are still not big enough yet, if I was going to take after my Mum there's still a few more inches to go. Looking back down at the pile of my old clothes most are too good to dump, so I'll see if any of them can be salvaged and reused. Clothes aren't cheap and Mum and Dad don't have the money to spend on. I had an image of a cartoon movie that my nieces liked to watch when they were at my mom's house. Like I was Alice in Wonderland, falling down the rabbit hole. I seemed to fall forever.Then it slowed, time, light, noise, distorted and strange. I felt solid ground under me and I landed with a soft thump at the base of a tree. For a moment I felt that same sickness and then slowly it disappeared and I was just a tad bit dizzy. I managed to sit up and stared around the area.I was in a backyard,. I excelled at art in high school, and wanted to become an artist. Sculpture, particularly interested me. After high school I enrolled at an art college. At the end of my first year, before I turned nineteen, I met Paul who became my first lover. He was suave and sophisticated, and in his mid-twenties. Paul held a managerial position, at a company that sold housewares. He had a lovely apartment, and after six months, I moved in with him. My parents were totally cool with the arrangement. Sex.