A spread of soft white sand led to a cool green lawn, perfectly trimmed, bordered with flowers of all colors and types, their Latin names he spoke as ...we slowly entered this Eden. Beyond the grass, discreetly tucked into the hedge behind, was a day bed, shrouded in a sheer netting. Puffy white pillows ordained the pale red spread. I was speechless, how had he achieved all this in less than the week since last I was here? ‘You are amazing’ was all I could muster as I reached up and placed my lips. They all felt like I did.But they had acted.Mum was sitting there watching it with me and realisation dawned in hermind."Craig is that how you feel?" she asked. "Do you want to wear skirts anddresses?"I looked at Mum. I wondered if I should tell her that I had beendressing up in her clothes when she was out."I want to be a girl Mum," I said. "I want to be a girl, a woman likeyou." I started to cry. "I don't want to be a boy. I don't want to havea 'winkle'." I paused. "I want to have a. ‘Oh God, they didn’t get it stopped!’ I thought to myself.I flipped the burka up to find the battery so I could disconnect it. There was a jumble of wires with six inch long 1½ capped steel pipes on a belt completely around her midsection with wires going into them.I saw no capacitors - just a relay connected to the cell phone and trigger. It was wired direct with no dead-man trip. Diya was going to trigger the devices if the two chickened out.It was an amateurish design. The pros added. "Monsieur le Vicomte ... Raoul de Chagney! How dare you compromise my daughter? Do not move from that spot! I have held my tongue until now, but now you will feel the lash of it. I welcomed you into my home and this is how you repay me? You take advantage of my daughter's innocence and you do it under my roof. I think not, Monsieur! You have just given me ample evidence of your unsavory intentions towards my daughter. And, you, Monsieur, call yourself a gentleman? Bah! Why should I allow you to.