"Yes, surgery, now would you please stop shouting? I've thought aboutthis a lot. I've had God knows how much counselling and both mypsychiatrist and I... think that it's for the best. I've basically beenSuzanne for the last three months now and I want it to be permanent." "Look, you need to stop all this silliness and come home. I need youhere. I can't do anything with you over there." But there's nothing for you to do. I moved out in the first placebecause we weren't getting along. You didn't. Leaning against the wooden railing was the blonde from the video, gasping for breath, holding some strange stick in one hand with a streamer of zigzagging diamonds dangling from the end.The blonde turned, looking at the car. A flushed, tan face widened in shock.It was Chris. He was a she.Lori hit the brakes, the gravel grinding beneath the tires, and put the car into park. She hopped out, engine still running. Her eyes were so wide as she stared at her boyfriend—girlfriend?—trembling at the. Fuck. Hayley bit her lip. Did it really matter, in the big scheme of things? After all, he’d be in goddamn America, miles and miles away. It wasn’t as if he could do anything. Well, except make her edge for an unnatural length of time. Or make her wear a plug. Or the damn nipple clamps. She could feel the plug he’d made her put in just before they’d left the Brighton flat; the weight of it lodged tightly inside her ass. And if that wasn’t enough, every time she moved even a centimetre her shirt. “Mark. I am so happy you came into Carrie’s life. I have never seen her this alive before, except when she took in Jenny. I know that you are worried about her, with whatever this growth is. As I told her last night, it is probably nothing, but a simple cyst. I have had 4 in my lifetime, and they always go away. The specialist will know better on Tuesday. I bet they don’t even do an exploratory on her. Her lab results will tell the tale. Her doctor should have eased her mind some, but some.