The drawer had other ideas in mind.The collar's fabric was cool against my skin as I put it around my neck.It was tight and uncomfortable - a constant... reminder of my humiliation. Iheard the thing click and I adjusted it so that it sat right, the littletag in the front proclaiming for all the world that I was Slut.Theoretically, this was the perfect disguise. I just hoped it would beenough if I ran into Elizabeth. If yesterday was any indication, she wasprobably still out there somewhere,. Now coming to the story, it was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at my home watching TV when the door bell rang. I opened the door and saw Sakshi’s father standing. I asked him to come in and sit. Then he told me that he needs a favor from me. I said yes uncle tell me. He said today is Sakshi’s birthday and they are planning a surprise for her, and just wants someone to take her away from home for around 2 hours so that they can make preparations for a surprise party. I gladly accepted his offer. ”“I know Lover, we already talked. You and Erin and Lynn go. GO!”We ran back to the garage and jumped into the SUV and took off. The drive was about 25 minutes and all along the way Lynn was on the phone with Teri as much as possible. Bosco was moving his fingers and toes and his eyes were moving under his closed lids.When we got to the hospice we checked in and went to Bosco’s room to find Teri all excited and in tears.“The doctor was here and when they shined the light into his eyes, his. Their muscles, for instance. Not the overdeveloped muscles of the occasional obvious bodybuilder, but the thick, well-toned muscles of a man who kept fit. The way even the muscles of their forearms were defined, easily identified as separate tissues, built to do heavy lifting. I found myself, as I walked west on East 5th street, following a man in black slacks and a tanktop, noting the differences between his broad shoulders and my tiny ones, his wrists, thicker than my forearms, his muscle.