A metallic sounding voice came over the loudspeaker in the bleak little room and started counting down from ten. The man looked down at the woman's fe...t and let his gaze wander up, across her wasted body, until it met her eyes. The fear and sorrow he saw there felt like a slap. As carefully as he could, he got up without disturbing the wires and moved across to her. She stood up to meet him. As the countdown reached one her took her in his arms.There was a moment's disorientation. The man felt. I didn't mind, I felt like nothing could harm me there. I woke up in the morning with Mom's back against me and my back against Daddy. His arm was around me and had me pulled close to him. He was snoring in my ear and I still didn't care. Pretty soon Daddy rolled over and got out of bed to use the bathroom. I watched as he climbed back into bed and couldn't help but peek as the front of his boxers opened enough to give me a good view of what was under them. It looked to be sort of hard too by. I dream of BEING a slut,"Kyra raised one eyebrow quizzically."Oh? I had a few of dates that liked to act out their own hookerfantasies with me. It was fun. Do you want to play dress-up and be mylittle B-movie hooker for me around the house?" Yes. I mean, no. I mean... this is REALLY complicated. Dressing upmight be fun for a while, but it just wouldn't be... enough. I wouldknow it was still ME - a guy in a dress, pretending to be something hewasn't. I think I've been watching too much Reality. His brain was toofar gone to pick up on it straight away but later, when he was alone inthe dark once more, a thought slowly made it through the fog and intohis consciousness. ***It might have been completely dark but Sam could see a myriad ofcolours and shapes dancing across his vision as dehydration started tocause his brain to lose control. Fighting desperately for lucidity Samsat on the mattress that made up his bed and recited the lastconversation that he.