Imet some of her friends, too, and they all accepted me as a girl. Theytalked to me as they would to a little eleven-year-old girl, and bythis time A...nt May had trained me well enough that I could give themanswers that were in character. And all the time there were photographs, photographs. That daywhen I went into town for the first time, she took a picture tocommemorate the event. In our evening panty sessions, she tookpictures of me from every angle; every time I tried on something. The road behind her litup in the white lume of the reversing lights. In the white light she could makeout the colour of his coat and see the gleam of his shoes. The hand went to thevolume control, turned it down, then back to her skirt. She watched formovement, for signs of breathing, but nothing was visible. She?d been afraid that theexperience would be too gross, and that she would have trouble with this part;the critical making sure part. But now she felt quite the opposite. She. She beamed a wonderful smile at me but refused the salary, saying that it was the least she could do to repay my kindnesses.I was the happiest that I had been since my wife died. I found myself hoping that she would stay with me forever but I realized that she was younger and needed more than an old man to look after. I got the name of the garage that they had taken her car to from a receipt she left sitting on the nightstand by her bed and drove over one morning while she was cleaning the. ‘OH! I am sorry, Henry!’ Broke him from the mental haze. Carmen stood in the doorway, looking at him. ‘I..Oh, God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect….’ Henry quickly covered up. ‘I knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear me.’ Carmen said. Henry struggled with buttoning his shorts, Carmen saw his now flaming face and smiled. ‘It’s OK. I know about men, I am glad you can..Do you want me to leave while you…?’ She asked. ‘No, it’s OK.’ He told her. Carmen seemed to relax, then she just went about her.