Bitch. Helpless and angry, a pitiful combination. And you just walk away. 27 June I gaze down the garden path and across to the trees beyond the pon.... Sunlight and birdsong. I try to feel something. Anything. There’s no rage left, no anger. But there is nothing to take its place either. I try to hold that thought but I can’t. I know I need you to know that, but helpless, I know it’s unlikely I’ll recall it later. Still staring at the trees, I feel I ought to be responding to the beauty around. ‘I tink you’re sexy.’ Smiling Milla felt confident that she had succeeded, checking carefully to make sure no one was paying attention, she continued. ‘Calypso, are you busy today?’ Calypso shook her head. ‘Come to my dorm, room 23 and knock on the door, after class. When I let you in, I’ll ask you why you’re there and you will tell me that you want to be hypnotized again. Do you understand?’ Another nod. Milla struggled not to jump for joy as she made sure that Calypso wouldn’t remember. By Helen's standards, yes she was fairly slim but I she definitely wasn't skinny and certainly she had more flesh on her bones than most of the other girls on the course. In a way she was attractive enough but her overly red hair and excessive blackening of her eyelashes put me off. "Don't judge people by their appearance," I told myself, "That's what they do with you." I guessed she was about 5ft 3" tall and had smallish breasts although they were well hidden at the time by an oversized orange. When we return home I will take himstraight to our bedroom where I will step out of my beautiful gown,which I will leave lying on the floor. I will take off my thong and parade before him naked except for myjewelry and shoes, so that he can worship my 5-foot 9-inch, 135 poundbody, my firm breasts with their oh-so-hard nipples, these breasts whichstill pass the pencil test. He will see my slender waist and the smoothswell into my hips and bum and my almost impossibly long and shapelylegs. Then I.