.. Er ... Yes, it's true..." Ms Hastings seemed hesitant to admit it."There's no need to feel embarrassed about it; I'm in exactly the same boat." You... ARE? I thought I was the only one to be that ... lucky"."Not at all. The reason I'm calling is that I'd like to talk with the people responsible ... At present, I've got a bit of a situation down here. I've got a grade school located within the confines of a naturist resort, clothes-free, of course, and I have several students from that school. I could start my trainingthis coming January if I worked fast; I would never have to sellbandages again.Reality came like a splash of water across the face. Eddie Fisher soldpills - the scrawney middle-aged bloke. Not Eddie Fisher the gorgeousred-head. As a woman I didn't exist, no school certificates, air forcedischarge papers, driving licence, credit cards, yahoo account, pension- nothing. Even this room was booked for Mr EB Fisher of SentinelPharmaceuticals. Mr Eddie Fisher was booked to. I was already anticipating the events to come, and hoping that I would play more of a part in pleasuring his wife. He reached his hand in between my legs and his fingers were met by my skin. Remembering the last time, I had decided not to wear panties.He smiled. "Good girl."He didn't touch me anymore though. He just pulled some black material from his blazer pocket. A blindfold. He reached over and fastened it around my eyes."We are going someplace different tonight, and I don't want you to. Ben’s mother and Isabel’s mother were sisters, although they had fallen out long ago. Emily had married Dr Thomas Barrett and moved to Derry, while Isabel lived in London. Thomas and Emily had always loved Isabel, treated her with the same care and affection that they gave Ben. During holidays, Isabel came to visit them. Everything was seemingly okay… Until that night when Isabel was found in the cold, dark basement of her house, tied and starving, her mouth gagged, deep, bloody marks all over.