A gentle warm breeze provokes the leaves into song and the sound of crickets and frogs give the song soul, helping to make the atmosphere complete.The...moments before this were all fantasy games on a messenger site but this time it’s real. I stop walking with my hand gripping yours; you take one more step before turning around. Face to face our lips meet as I place both hands at your face, slowly and gently I push back your hair, grazing your ears with my fingertips as we share a long kiss. I’m. And although she might claim that it was he who let her go, the truth of the matter was, that she was never his to lose. That was the problem, she was never his. In the weeks that ensued after that dreadful black Tuesday, so as to get through each day, he had to keep telling himself that ‘ She never felt that I was ever good enough to respect, I was always plan ‘B’. Not once did she ever, I mean, ever put it all out there on the line for me’. These words echoed in his head as a constant. The night that dad was treated to Lilly’s sweet young body I learned of the frustration that Lilly had been living with. She told how she had envied my relationship with my dad every since the day that I told her that my father had taking me as his lover. She told us just how she had always been in love with her father and that no matter what she did to try to get him into her bed that nothing had worked. As I watched daddy turn my best friend into a little slut whore, it dawned on me that all. The decision was NOT her own, she was transforming, becoming a slut, a submissive slut, and there was nothing she could do, but accept it. She dressed and drank the last wine while waiting for the taxi she had called for. The address was in a quiet side-street. It was a shop, that had once sold furniture, but that appeared to have been many years ago. The door (2 steps down) was slightly ajar. Her pulse was rising already. She knocked, said “Hello?” out loud and entered, closing the door behind.