ChrisI woke up feeling refreshed. Victoria had been right only one moreperson knew that I was sissy, a cross-dresser, a weirdo. I wasconfident that ...he would not blab. So I got ready for work happy thatthe salon was closed and there was little chance of me meeting anyone,at least today. I pulled on a pair of black sheer tights, black pantiesand a matching camisole. I dressed in a loose shirt and black slacksover the underwear put on a pair of slip on shoes.Victoria was in a rush to catch a. " I spoke softly and tried to make her feel what I was saying. "But I'm leaving soon. Jules is looking at places in Norfolk this week. We've got less than a month of school left and then I'll be gone." You're not gone yet." Her eyes were wet. "Please," she whispered."It's hopeless. This has to be so hard for you. Why are you doing this to yourself?" I can't explain it. Not without embarrassing us both." The chair squeaked loudly against the tile floor as she stood. "I'm sorry, just forget it. I. How could I touch this thing? While I struggled my inner battle, David had apparently run across the house when he heard my scream. He banged on the door and asked what was wrong. I didn’t answer right away because I didn’t know what to say. I was torn between the potential embarrassment of him helping and my need for help. While I debated, he opened the door. ‘I’m sorry, when you didn’t answer I was worried. What’s wrong? Did you hit your mouth? Why are you crying?’ It took every ounce of. He walked around rubbing his arse. They had barely travelled ten klicks.He reached behind and pulled the little book from his back pocket. He then went to find a shady spot to sit. “Book, I need to do something to make that Auto travel better along the road or to make the darn road smoother,” he said.He watched the pages flip and then stop. He read the page and then the ones either side of it. “Hon ... ney,” he called out.“It had better be good,” Bette grumbled crankily as she approached him..