She watched me speak, casually peeling a banana."Did I hear you're breaking up with Huley? Why?"I nodded and took a banana from the bowl. "She's break...ing up with me because I've broken two dates in as many weeks," I said, wishing immediately that I had explained the reason for the breakup differently. There was any number of other causes that made the breakup inevitable.Laura was pensive. Cautiously, she asked, "did you break the dates because of me?"I had sworn to myself never to let her know. .I wanted to beher sissy maid. She had no idea of my "tendencies" but I did try to hint abit at times. I even purchased her a pink sissy maid uniform, completewith thigh-highs with pink bows, pink ruffled panties, a small whitepetticoat...but the key ingredient that should have set off an alarm wasthe 80-yard pink petticoat straight from my secret sissy stash. But shewore it for me on Valentines day regardless, and she had no idea that whatI really wanted was for her to make me wear the very. There’s no time to do anything about it, anyway. I pop another mint into my mouth and get out of the car. Standing in the frigid air, I run my fingers through my hair, straighten out my clothes, and check to see if my jeans are wet through. I rub my butt, where I am pretty sure there is going to be a bruise. Hopefully it won’t look too much like a bite mark. Ducking back inside, I scan the back seat for evidence. One of them dropped his condom in the cup holder. I pick it up with a tissue and. Stephen Hastings, do you not? You have done some work for him." She said.Yeah, I had done some work for him. Nice guy, but those security people of his gave me the creeps. The stories people told about those four little Chinese women... "Which one are you?" I asked, without answering her question. If she was who I thought she was, she already knew the answer.She smiled, and it was truly a beautiful expression, enhanced, somehow, by the scar running down her right cheek. I had heard the stories.