We chatted about Benny, my route to the pool before we reached the log where my clothes were hidden and we both dressed. ‘Shit,’ he said with a ru...e sigh, ‘you look hot in clothes!’ I twirled and he glared at my arse in my tight jeans, the only tight ones I had and that I’d happened to put on that day. We got closer to civilisation and there was a series of bleeps from his bag. ‘Shit!’ he said. ‘What’s up?’ I asked slightly concerned. ‘Work phone text message,’ he said, ‘I get the funniest. Some four weeks later, when my lobes had healed, she made a big fuss over me with new, bridal lingerie, stockings, heels and a simple white midi-dress. She got out her wedding veil, a pretty gold bracelet, pearl necklace with gold clasp and my earrings. It was time, she had decided, for me to begin to involve myself a little more in their relationship. The earrings were a sign that He had accepted me as His sissy much as she was His lover. We were a package item: she smiled as she said. I took a step back, nearly tripping over a decaying log, then laughed at myself. A raccoon chattered, waddling past me, a shiny treat held in it’s paws. I sighed and turned to continue my walk and ran straight into a man looming behind me. I screamed, seeing the dim moonlight glint off a knife in his hands, and he laughed at my terror. I threw my heavy knapsack at him, driving him back so that he fell over the log, and took off at a run. The hard rocks on the forest trail dug through my. Next morning, I woke up by the ring of doorbell. I knew it would be the milkman. The milkman often left the milk bottles outside the door but still rang the bell to tell my mom that the milk is here. I was not in a mood to get up.Kamala would be coming soon so I had to get up and open the door for her anyway. She would bring the bottles in. I woke up again in a while by another doorbell. I was sure it wasKamala this time. I got up, unlocked the door, found Kamala standing there and without.