It was just within hearing, but as she looked in the direction of the noise, it died away. Instead, she saw a faint glow at one spot in the sky, appar...ently coming towards her, then it too faded away to blackness.Peculiarly, the blackness began to take on a shape in the distance. The black shape in the slightly lighter shade of sky began to become larger, until she saw this thing like a giant black bat swooping down on her.She realised it was almost midnight, and that this giant craft was coming. All the women in her family liked soldiers. She liked to talk. She also liked scotch and was generous with it. She looked like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra, Arthur said, particularly when her blouse slipped to reveal an expanse of creamy, blue-veined, bosom.Her name was Lily. She had been on the stage, in 'variety', as an exotic dancer, billed as 'Lincolnshire Lil'. Before that she, and her mother, had been performers in 'tableaux' or 'attitudes'. Arthur was puzzled so she explained. Nudity on. . that one’s in prison ... that one’s dead ... oh, I didn’t know about him...” He suddenly came to be aware that Reg was peering at him with a concerned look.“What do you think, Sergeant?” he asked, all innocence.“No, it is a fine collection of ledgers, Reg. I recognised a few names on the very first page, so I think it unlikely you will see these back again. They will be evidence in some cases, I do believe, if we can find the deceased’s fingerprints on any of these ledger pages. Have you. I felt rather full of butt plug. "You'll need topractise this several times before Monday morning," she told me. "Youdon't have to wear the plug at night and I would advise you to try andhave a dump before you insert the plug each morning."It was a rather nervous Sissy Manhood that started work the followingweek. Nervous at arriving at a new job. And of having to get there on myown by public transport. Nervous at meeting all my new colleagues.Wondering if they would realise that I was a sissy.