Otherwise there was silence. Even the dual carriageway to the West was silent. So were they. Richard was rejoicing quietly that the Jays had accepted ...the story he had told them although he suspected that Jenny might well have clicked on the full truth of his relationship with Sharon but he also knew she would never hold that against him. She might just wonder how Deborah and Sharon were going to cope now.Deborah was having similar thoughts. Although she did not know Jenny as well as Richard she. She brushed her fingers across his soft lips. Lips that had explored every inch of her body last night. Lips that had taken her to the heights of the heavens and the depths of the universe. ‘Why did it matter so fucking much?’ she asked herself. They were just words. People said them all the time, even when they did not mean them. She knew that. She sighed as she fought back the nausea. She should get up, start breakfast. The house would be full of their friends in a couple of hours, a. Mistress entered the room and said, "Put it on, sissy. Thelawn needs to be mowed and you're just the sissy to do it."I sighed but dutifully stripped off my work clothes andplaced the dress over my head. I looked a little ridiculouswith a five o'clock shadow and no makeup or the usualcomplicated feminine preparations that Mistress requiresfor a Sissy Mission.Mistress walked over and gently buttoned up the back of thedress. She took both of my hands in hers and stepped back alittle, admiring her. Missed nothing, just some bitching around. I'm fine. Get back to your Asian cunts."The phone beeped again: "Hahaha."Fuckin' idiot. Was he playing me, or he's not realizing how fuckin mad I was at him?If I had to recall the time I cried the most, this would have been that time.Alone, on my seat, desperation serving me the worst, yet the best company, tears coming out endlessly. Dylan was so nice to me, then why I was hating him so much?I cried so hard, my mind and my heart couldn't find any.