“I dated a guy years ago that was a private investigator. Have you ever heard of Paul DeBaggadio?” I had to admit, I did not know anyone by the na...e. The clerk bagged my snack and handed me the bag. “So do you live around here?” I asked as we walked out the front door of the store. “Yeah,” she replied, “about a mile down the road.” “Well, have a good one,” I replied, stepping towards my car. I was at a loss for words. She had a slight twang to her voice and I didn’t want to push the boundary. She had been filled with an immediate primal urge to run, to just getaway from the humiliation. In a flash her sissy mind had decided that itwasn't worth it, this crazy, public self exposure as her true self !A sudden feeling of inner guilt and desperation brought her rapidlytearing eyes towards the door of the Checkout office hoping in herself,somehow praying to see her beautiful new Supervisor and Mistressstanding there to support her as she obediently carried out herhumiliatingly ordered. Even worse, Jess would have to tell, as well. So I couldn’t. I picked up my things and stood up. The room spun briefly, but I was okay.“Want to go home?” I asked her.She only nodded, not speaking. She got up and headed for the room door. She waited there for me to open it, and then we stepped out. We found our way to the lobby, and then I gave the ticket to the valet. I tried not to imagine everyone was staring at us with leering smiles on their faces. Jess still didn’t say a. Those TV people want my apartment, and well to be honest Dennis has asked me to move in with him. I don't know what to do." The TV people contacted me as well. They offered to take over your lease, if you want out, but that decision is up to you, not them. If you want to move in with this Dennis person, go for it. Life is too damn short to sit around with regrets. Should you ever need a reference, I will say nothing but nice things about you." I didn't add, you might need a place, when Dennis.