I woke the next morning to an empty bed. I got up and got dressed and walked downstairs. I heard people talking in the kitchen. I followed the voices ...and was surprised to see Mom, Dad and Jessie all sitting there talking over coffee. Jessie looked up at me and smiled. “Good morning sunshine. It’s about time you got up.” I could feel my face turning red. I didn’t know what was going on. I knew that Dad knew something was going on with Jessie and I. I knew that there was a good chance that he. I went back to my flat and packed a suitcase, wrote a letter to the Dean of Faculty telling him I was leaving, and went home. My parents were appalled when I said I had left college; I didn't tell them why. That evening I stood on the Albert Bridge and believed my life to be over. I even contemplated jumping into the Thames, but the thought of my father or mother having to identify my body persuaded me not to. The next morning I went along to the Army recruiting office in Regent Street and. She messed with his hair for a few seconds before the three women led him back to the mirror. From top to bottom his eyes scanned, somehow more wary about his chances of looking right above the neck. Low heeled black pumps, tight fitting black trousers that ended in a flared ruffle of frill and left his ankles showing. His belly, bare ? this looked fine though. He had kept in good shape, it was the tightly fitted white band of cloth holding his sizeable breasts in that left him a bit bowled. His mother shook her head, smiled kindly then kissed him on the top of his head and departed the room.Brandon played for another hour before finally turning off the console.As he undressed and slipped into bed his thoughts once more returned to Her. He reached down to where he had discarded his trousers on the floor alongside his bed, and removed his mobile phone from the pocket.A touch of a button brought the screen to life, and he surreptitiously thumbed his way through the phone's photo.