Vast never saw him looking through the hole in the fence. He couldn't understand what Mrs. Vast had done to make Mr. Vast so upset. She was always so ...ice to him. They were nice to each other. It all ended in tragedy. They took Mr. Vast away on a stretcher with a sheet over him. Chris' mom never knew what Chris had seen that day. Chris never ever talked about it. He did remember how he would sometimes earn extra money by bathing Kent. He liked Kent. He liked Mr. and Mrs. Vast. Mrs. Vast moved. "Well, cuore mia, tell me the truth," he said, simply."I am afraid," she replied, with downcast eyes. "When we do this, you may find another who will occupy your heart, and I will be lost." It is not when, but if," he declared. "I am not religious enough to be cowed, even by the Pope, and if we were to agree, none could ever displace you in my heart." No," she shook her head, "we have no choice. His plan is sound and based both on logic and faith. I believe he has divine guidance on this. If we. The top that he was to wear was a white silk blouse with mushroombuttons. It had a large collar that was scalloped. Charles touched itwith his hands and enjoyed the feel of the silk. Next to it was a long,black pencil skirt. There was a new package of black seamed stockings.Sitting on the floor were a pair of 3" high black Stiletto shoes.Hanging next to it was the oddest thing of all. It was a one piece bra,cincher, and girdle. Charles was compelled to touch it, following allthe curves. . You want to deny it, to push it from your mind, but to try is to take all that is within you and deny it life. I looked in his eyes and was, in an instant, both scared and provoked at once. They called to me, beseeching me to let go of the fears that held me, offering me a sanctuary. His arms, when closed about me, lulled me to peace. I was shown both heaven and hell in his embrace. Everything I had ever sought was right here. Here, in the arms and eyes and mind of a poet. His soul called to.