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Dark Encounter © Elaine 2006 Chapter 1 - Dark nights and policemen It was a Friday evening and I was in a hurry to get home after working late at the office. With a new job I was determined to keep it so I'd worked late and money was tight as always. I looked for a cab but there were none around and despite it raining hard I decided to walk home. I'd just purchased some new shoes that day and I was soon cursing their tightness and the pain in my feet. Cramming feet into a shoe size smaller is never a good idea but with heels it makes it worse. I splashed in a puddle so the cold water saturated my feet and numbed my already cold toes still further. Despite being dimly lit and being new in town I still knew my way home. With the darkness I felt a little nervous and vulnerable which is creepy. But then it was my choice to be this way. I quickly headed over to the university campus area where I'd rented a two bedroom apartment. On either side were large blocks of apartments, the windows were all firmly closed with the curtains drawn to keep out the last of the Winter chill. My shoes with their tall block heels clumped on the hard concrete path so I tried to walk a little more on my toes. My feet hurt and throbbed with the shoes and to think I wanted this. I should have taken the bus to avoid the rain and the throbbing, numbing pain in my feet. I usually catch the bus when the sun is shining but for some reason I walk when it's raining. Perhaps it's the thought of waiting in cold and wet streets for the bus or a cab that puts me off. The rain was really beating down hard on my umbrella and my hairless panty hose covered legs were wet and cold, though I was warm inside my new woollen overcoat while my headscarf was also keeping my head warm at least. I always felt slightly overawed by the presence of all this academic brain power in the area but I'd been no slouch in college and achieved good grades right up to before my final exams. But then suddenly life became a bit too tough to carry on with the course and I left without taking those final exams. I didn't leave empty handed but I was given a much lower qualification. I'd also earned the lasting displeasure of my parents who had paid my course fees, but then it all went pear shaped when they found why I had given up my studies. A gust of wind caught my umbrella snatching it from my numb gloveless hand. I had to run to catch it as it is blown along by the wind, but running in those shoes wasn't that easy. As I went to pick up my umbrella I remembered not to bend at the waist as I would have done in the past but to crouch. Easier said than done in a tight business skirt. With the umbrella firmly back in my grasp there was a roar of laughter from inside a public house just as I walked past. I could smell the warm whiff of stale urine and tobacco as the door opened. Two men walked out laughing and joking and obviously a little drunk. "Oh Jimmy look at her," said the taller one out loud. "She's a wee stoater," said the other one agreeing. I smiled at their drunken compliments but carried on walking at a much faster pace, determined to get home to my hot bubble bath, and a relaxing glass of white wine. Then I could hear steps behind me getting closer and although I was walking quickly the noisy steps were gaining on me. I knew the noise was from a he because his steps were longer than my short clicking steps. As he caught me up, his pace slowed slightly and I could feel his eyes beating straight into my neck or looking at my now shapely legs and ankles splashing in the puddles. My mind reeled, perhaps he was a sex attacker or a rapist or murderer. I tried to quicken my step but he hurried after me. "Excuse me," he called suddenly sounding out of breath. I turned to face him, thinking he was going to drag me off somewhere, but he stopped and held up a credit card. "Is this yours Miss?" he asked showing the card and I recognised that it was indeed mine. It was though referring to a Mr J Smith and not a Ms J Smith. "Yes I must have dropped it, thank you so much," I replied reaching out to take it. His face was dripping with the rain and his uncovered hair was wet. His smile stopped though and pulled the card back. "Something isn't right here though as it says Mr on it and not Miss. Can you explain that?" "It belongs to my brother John," I lied quickly, hoping he would believe me, while inwardly I cursed the fact that I hadn't changed the title on the card account. As I walked backwards slightly I almost fell as my heel caught in a drain cover hole. As I stumbled he caught me and when it became obvious that I couldn't remove it he gallantly bent down to help me. "Why do women wear these things?" he asked standing up after releasing my heel. "Why don't you wear something more sensible in weather like this?" "I sometimes wonder myself," I replied. "My feet hurt and they are cold." "Exactly my point. Do you have far to go?" he asked. "No, not far," I replied. "Just down this road and then another hundred yards." He was looking at my face intently as though he recognised me, but I doubt that it was all about that kind of recognition. Perhaps he recognised me in some other way. "By the way I'm a policeman," he said taking out his warrant card to show me. "Can we go back to your place to sort out this credit card problem we seem to have?" "I'd rather just go if you don't mind," I replied. "You can just return it to the credit card company." "It's not as simple as that," he said. "You could have been in possession of a stolen card." "I'm not that kind of person," I replied. "There is an explanation believe me." "I'm sure there is, but right now this isn't the time or the place to hear it," he snapped. "I'm not trying to pick you up or arrest you. Just that you and I are both soaked through and it would be better if we were inside while we get to the bottom of this." "Oh all right," I reluctantly agreed. So we walked quickly back to my apartment. "This way you also won't come to further mishap," he said as he walked beside me. I held up my umbrella to shelter us both but he took it from me. "Here, let me carry it." He also moved to the gutter side of the pavement while we talked about the horrible night of bad weather. I listened to his lilting voice and had to walk close to him, so that I could shelter from the heavy squalls of rain that were falling. Our coats rubbed and scraped together as we walked along. My heels clicking faster to indicate our increased pace as we went. "My name's DC Roger Bennett by the way," he said holding out his free hand. We shook hands briefly. "Just call me Roger." "I'm Jane Smith and I'm pleased to meet you Roger," I replied easily omitting the reference to the Detective Constable. I felt suddenly helpless tripping along in my new shoes with him holding my umbrella leading the way until we came to the corner where I indicated the direction again. "Left here." Then he started to walk faster, so that I had no option but to speed up my pace too. I felt like I needed to hold his arm in case he left me behind but decided that I didn't know this man well enough yet. "How far now?" he asked. "Two more junctions," I said briefly. "Which road?" he asked briefly again. "Oh, Wellington Place," I replied. "Well that's a big coincidence because I live there too," he smiled looking down at me. "Yes that's a coincidence," I agreed. Maybe it was too much of a coincidence? His pace picked up yet again and he urged me on to walk faster. My feet and arches were really aching but I did as I was bid. I really did want this ordeal by weather to end and to get off my feet. My toes were really hurting badly in the confines of these tight black shoes. I felt that a blister or something was forming on my left ankle as it rubbed relentlessly with each stride I made. These shoes were really meant for walking around the office, but now they really hurt and how. I should have worn my training shoes on this walk home. At the entrance gate leading to my apartment I felt elated to be home so I turned and thanked him. "Thanks for getting me home safely," I said honestly. "That's quite all right. But I should see you inside and we do have that credit card issue to talk about," he replied "Yes I suppose so," I said reluctantly leading the way. However it was with a mixture of relief and anxiety that I eventually opened my front door. Luckily the central heating had kicked in and I could feel the welcome warmth against my almost bare legs instantly as the door opened. I gratefully kicked off my shoes and immediately felt smaller against this giant of a policeman. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked. "I'd love one. That would be great," he said eagerly opening up his raincoat and shedding water all over my clean hall carpet. He put my umbrella up against the wall. I took off my own coat and padded towards the kitchen in my damp cold and partly numb stocking feet. I heard him following me. I plugged in the kettle and switched it on. Then I leant against the kitchen top and turned to face him. His eyes stared intently at me and smiled. A smile that perhaps indicated that he had just solved his puzzle over the credit card I assumed. "Look about the card I think I understand now, so I'll just take my coffee and get on home," he said surprising me. "Oh ok thanks," I said feeling a good bit happier but also disappointed that he knew what was going on. That he realised the card really did belong to me. I could hear the kettle boil and realised that it only contained enough water for one cup as usual. So I decided that he should have it rather than add more water and wait again. I pulled out a coffee cup and asked him, "Milk and sugar?" "No, black and hot for me," he replied. "Are you not having a cup?" "I'll boil more water once you have yours," I said generously. "Are you seeing anyone?" he asked sitting on the stool beside the kitchen worktop. "Dating you mean?" I asked. "No, why?" "Would you like to go and see a movie?" he asked. "Or go for a drink? I would like to get to know you much better." "Thanks for the offer but I'm really not in the right frame of mind so I don't think so," I said trying to reject him politely. "What harm can there be in a date?" he asked. "I'm a policeman - I have to uphold the law remember?" "I'll think about it," I replied honestly before putting on the kettle again. My feet felt at ease but sore but now I could feel the cold from the kitchen floor tiles draining the warmth out of me. "I need to go get my warm slippers on, be right back." He was still sitting there when I returned wearing my heeled mules with the fur across the top. I couldn't wear my bunny rabbit slippers with the floppy ears stitched on with this guy in my place, despite the additional torture of the mules. My feet clicked provocatively on the floor tiles and I prepared my coffee. "About the credit card. The title on it was odd at first but I think I understand now. You used to be a he didn't you?" he asked. "Yes," I replied simply. "Would you have guessed if you hadn't seen the card?" "No, you come across as a very feminine woman now," he said. "There isn't any faint remnant of maleness left. Certainly not enough that anyone would notice." "You aren't shocked by that?" I asked. "Knowing I'm a transsexual I mean?" "No, on the contrary I would like to know why now," he said simply handing me back his empty cup. His hand touched mine provocatively. "Oh that's all in the past," I said. "I came here to forget it and to start again." "Sometimes it's difficult to forget the past and it's part of who we are deep down," he said philosophically. "That's true," I said mixing up my own cup of coffee. I quickly drained my own cup and felt the warmth fill up my trim stomach. "Damn. Listen," he said looking at his watch. "I have to dash but it's been nice meeting you." I suddenly felt relieved and empty all at the same time. "Thanks for seeing me home and being so helpful." "That's ok," he replied moving towards the door to go. "I hope you will let me take you out soon." "We'll see," I replied as I showed him out the door. "Good night," he said and with that he bounded down the stairs, two at a time to the ground floor. I gratefully went back inside and drew the curtains and blinds around the apartment. I saw him look up at me as he disappeared into the apartment block directly opposite. I switched on the living room table lamps and then my television so I could watch the latest edition of my favourite soap opera. I sat down and tightly crossed my legs relishing as usual, the feel of my sheer pantyhose on my completely hairless and smooth skin. That was one part of being a woman I always enjoyed and still do. I really enjoyed the sensual feeling of the materials that had been denied me for so long. I clenched my stomach and fought against the hunger pangs. I was feeling quite hungry after my long day but I'd already decided that I wouldn't make anything substantial to eat so that I could keep my target weight loss for the week. I looked at my feet and decided that both sets of toenails were needing retouching. So I got up during an advert break and got my nail polish and remover so I could touch them up while I watched TV. When I got back I pulled down my panty girdle, conscious that it was no longer needed to keep my old male parts in check since they were all long gone, but it was giving me a trim stomach and waist. Then pulling down at the sheer pantyhose gently so I don't snag the thin material on my newly created nails, I gently rubbed my hairless legs to bring some colour back into them. I'd bought some fake tan pads from the chemist earlier and decided that I would apply that to my legs too. I looked at my poor toes and feet and they still hurt after the walk home. I flexed them gently and then massaged some heat into them, but each movement caused some discomfort and pain. As I sat down again I began to think about Roger and why he didn't run away when he'd found out about me. Why wasn't that shocking him? He must think I was mad to do what I had done surely? Everyone else had that's why I had moved to this city to get away from the vindictiveness at home. After I had removed the old polish I deftly applied some new colour and quickly had my toes in a warm pink colour. I moved my toes gently and stretched my feet before rising and getting up to look outside at the windy weather. I shivered as I looked down on the street and could see squalls of rain hit the lamp posts and pavement. Opposite I looked at where Roger lived but I couldn't see any lights in his block of apartments. I thought perhaps that he lived at the rear of the building. Then suddenly a light flicked on and there was Roger walking around in his apartment wearing nothing more than a kilt. It made me smile. Little did I know that he had been watching my windows in the dark waiting until I looked out so that he could announce to me exactly where he lived. Chapter 2 - Fairground attraction The next few days I had the strange feeling I was being watched and followed but I couldn't establish it as fact. One day later I went for a walk at the nearby communal gardens and felt that someone was following me, however whenever I looked back there was no one familiar around. I figured that I must be going mad when I had the same feeling coming back from shopping that afternoon. I kept on looking behind me as I slowly walked back to my apartment. When I got home I found a letter in the post from my father's solicitors. I was saddened to read that he had disinherited me and that he considered that I was no longer part of his family. The letter went on to say that my brother and sister were all that would be left anything in his will. I felt so sad that he should feel that way but then I didn't need his money to live, so I decided that I wouldn't need it after he had gone. I later found out that a parent can't disinherit a child and I would be entitled to something no matter what his will said. After that wet walk home with Roger I often looked over at his apartment regularly to check if he was home and he always wasn't. When I got up and I drew my blind and curtains, I could see that his window was wide open letting in the cool morning air but he was nowhere to be seen. I decided that he'd probably gone to work, with him being a policeman he would work lots of odd hours. After I put my shopping away it was still a warm spring day so I picked up my latest novel and headed back to the garden. It had a park bench out in the open sunshine near a lot of pink cherry blossoms. I sat down and carefully tucked my skirt under me as I did so. I was soon deep into the book about a young Englishwoman who had been abducted into a sheik's harem after her plane had crashed in the desert. I was engrossed in the story that she couldn't escape the clutches of the sheik who reckoned that her rescue from certain death in the desert heat was enough to grant him certain favours, whether she liked it or not. The story became very intense when after a few days the woman was initiated into the harem with the rest of the sheik's wives. The story unfolded that she was being prepared for him that night. Then I heard a blackbird fly over and start to sing. I removed my sunglasses to get a better look at the bird making his love calls to his plain coloured mate. Then I felt like I was being watched again so I gently tugged at the hem of sundress even though it was already down to my knees. I uncrossed my legs hearing the nylon material scrape only to clench them tightly together instead. I was wearing my white sandals with a sensible heel that I'd purchased the day before and a floral sundress with a buttoned bodice and wide shoulder straps that hid my white bra straps. I'd worn my thick shoulder length hair in a high pony tail and was wearing very minimal make-up. Just some pale lipstick and a little mascara, but I felt pretty. I decided that I did look pretty so I smiled at an old gentleman who walked by with the aid of his walking stick. He stopped to chat taking a welcome breather from his laboured walk and I agreed with him that the weather would be better the next few days. He suggested that that winter was finally over. Then after a few kids ran past and I tried to get back into my novel as the heroine found herself faced with the sheik in his bedroom. Just then the sun went back in and I found myself shivering and unable to concentrate on the novel. I would have to go back to my apartment, I decided, and I could finish the novel from the warmth of my living room. However there was a leaflet inside my letter box proclaiming that the local spring fair was at the park that afternoon so I decided to go as it would be a change from sitting in my apartment on my own, reading a trashy novel. So I pulled out my favourite red chenille polo neck sweater and pulled it over my head. I then decided it would make sense to change my make-up. so I rushed to darken up my lipstick and added more eye shadow colour to my eyes. I plucked a few errant eyebrow hairs to maintain my finely arched brows and then polished my teeth. I grabbed my purse and put my keys inside so I didn't lose them. Then I closed up my apartment again. As I got outside and walked around the corner towards the park I could hear the bagpipe music to signal the presence of the fair, and that sound always made my blood rush with excitement. On the way to the park I joined a few families pushing strollers but soon found myself feeling watched again. I quickened my pace and arrived at the park to find a busy scene with lots of people and things to do and see. There were stalls selling art and crafts, games of chance and even target golf ranges. There was also a car boot sale in full swing and I'd always managed to pick up some nice things at those. The fairground area and the sporting events didn't really interest me so I headed for the car boot sale area. I looked at the tables groaning under the weight of old books, ancient clock radios, table lamps and other similar items for sale. There was some old lady selling her old clothes. I looked at them, but they were all dated in design apart from a cashmere sweater that was in my size. It was a pale yellow colour and I decided that it was worth ?2 of my money. I would give it a good hand wash when I got it home I decided. My next stop was at a craft shop selling scented candles and I bought a great number of them in all different shapes and sizes. I then decided to head for home weighed down with the half dozen candles and my sweater, but as I turned around I ran straight into Roger my policeman. "Oh I am sorry," I said dropping the candles. "No it was my fault," Roger said stooping to pick up my bag. As I stooped down instinctively too we banged heads together accidentally. "Owh," he said. "Ouch," I said rubbing my own head. "Just as well you weren't wearing a policeman's helmet." "That's in England and besides I am a DC so I'm always in plain clothes," he said turning on the charm. "What are you doing here?" I asked quietly. "Oh well I'm on the drugs squad and I'm just watching what's going on," he said quietly surprising me. "Drugs? Here? I wouldn't have thought that was possible." "More than possible," he said but making me speak a little quieter. "There a few car boot sellers who make a small fortune at these events with their own supplies of hash. Look at that one over there." "Which?" I said turning rapidly. "The one selling those old furs," he said pointing to them. "He sells drugs too?" I asked not sure if he was telling the truth. "Sure does, he's been selling a lot today," he stated. "So why don't you arrest him?" I asked. "Well we want to see who his supplier is but we will nick him too don't worry. Besides I like his furs, they are really nice, and I was thinking that I would like to buy you something." "Me? I don't wear fur. I don't agree with killing animals for their fur," I said simply. "Me neither, but they have a few synthetic fur jackets that look nice - no harm in them is there?" "I suppose not," I said reluctantly as we walked towards them. "See, they look real, but they are quite false," he said. I looked at the garment and wondered what it would be like to wear it. It was a very feminine item to wear and women have worn furs since time began to keep warm. I looked at the price tag and was surprised to see the owner wanted just ?15. I looked up at Roger and he was looking down the row the stalls at something that had caught his attention. "I've been watching you," he said. "Oh," I blushed thinking he had been the one watching me the last few days. "I'd felt that someone was watching me." "Oh no, I saw you were on your own here and tried to catch you up. You can walk fast, I'll give you that." Then there was a large scream from the fairground as a group of girls were turned upside down on part of the fairground ride they were sitting on. "Do you like to be frightened?" he asked pointing to the noise. "No, I never did like that sort of thing," I admitted. "I'm a bit of wimp I guess." "Come on, let's go and take a look at it at least." "I'm not going on it so don't ask me," I replied. "Anyway I thought you were working?" "I'm always working spoilsport," he replied. "You don't know what you are missing." "You go ahead, I'll watch," I said and I walked carefully across the grass carrying my packages. Like a teenage boy Roger jumped up eagerly onto the stage when the gate opened and took a seat. He paid his money and beckoned to me to join him. I shook my head to decline the offer but he shouted, "Come on." "No thanks," I shouted back. I watched him buffeted and inverted briefly before coming to a halt. He had a huge grin on his face as he came back down the steps towards me. "See it was fun," he said. "It looked it," I said but I wasn't convinced. "Come on then try it now, I'll hold onto you," he said. "Yes but who will hold onto you?" I asked allowing myself to be dragged up the steps. I left my bags with the attendant and allowed myself to be seated in the specially designed seat. The padded bar was brought down over my head and that secured me inside. "Just relax, there is nothing you can do about it now," he said as the machine started slowly. The fairground music shrieked out the latest hit as I held onto the bar and then his hand for all I was worth. The machine moved rapidly and then suddenly we were finished. I calmed down feeling dizzy and glad to be alive, no doubt with a look of relief on my face. He leant over and asked if I was ok. "I'm fine," I said. "I think." "I'm glad you tried it," he winked. "So am I," I said feeling nauseous. "I now know I was right not to have gone on before." "For a moment I thought you were going to be sick," he said. "I nearly was," I said trying to keep my stomach in check. I got up when the seat came to a rest and the support bar was released. I was normally steady on my feet but now my legs felt like rubber and he attempted to hold my hand as I stepped off the machine to pick up my bags. "I'm fine, thank you." However I wasn't and he could tell. "You can have a seat over there on the bench." "Thanks," I said and we headed over towards it. I gratefully sat down. "I don't feel too great myself," he said. "Twice was probably a stupid thing to do." I laughed, "Once was enough for me." I suddenly felt that this man had some power over me. He knew of my previous life and he seemed to be able to do things that I wouldn't have dreamed of doing before. His insistence on my going on the ride with him and then taking me to sit down on the bench made me feel like I was a meek lamb. I should have gone home but somehow I felt that I couldn't. He stretched back and obviously still didn't feel recovered, while I felt good enough to move again. "You feeling better?" he asked with his eyes closed with his face turned towards the sun. However I didn't answer and decided to get up. For some reason I took my bags and decided to head back toward my apartment. Perhaps it was because I didn't like his hold on me I left without saying goodbye. However in my haste I never noticed that I didn't have my purse. Apparently it had fallen out of my shopping bag containing the candles. Once I got moving I felt better while he seemed to be having real problems recovering. So I rushed home with my feet moving quickly on the pathway. I was walking up the stairs when I suddenly decided to get my keys out of my purse. They say that a good test of gender is that women don't do that but walk to the door and then find their keys, while men get their keys out of their pockets on the way to the door. Well I couldn't find my purse or my keys that were inside it. "Damn," I said out loud. I leant back against the stairway railing wondering where they might be and remembered the clash of heads. Perhaps he had picked up my purse with the keys inside. "Well I suppose I had better go back and get them." However on my way down the stairs I met Roger breathless on the way up. "You dropped this and I put it my pocket for safe keeping," he announced. "Ah thanks," I said grabbing the purse gleefully and checking to see if my keys were still inside. They were. "Where did you find it?" "I quite forgot I'd picked it up when you dropped your bags, but then you disappeared, so I rushed after you to give it back to you," he admitted putting his hand back inside his pocket. I was very relieved to have the keys and my purse back complete with all my in debt credit cards. "Thank you so much," I said genuinely grateful. "I was going to have problems getting in if you didn't have them. I am very grateful." My chest was heaving with relief as he turned to go back downstairs. "Thank you again," I called after him. He ran down the steps with a smile on his face while in his hand he was holding onto my spare door key that he'd taken from my bunch of keys. Back inside my apartment I put on the security chain and leant back against the door with a sigh of relief. Then I shucked off my shoes and padded into the kitchen. I put the keys and my purse on the worktop and then put on the kettle. I really needed a cup of coffee. I went to the window and looked out, but he wasn't in view either in the street or in his apartment. I heard the kettle boiling and then went to make my coffee. I settled down to watch TV, but was overtaken by a restless mood. So I picked up my novel and headed back to the garden to finish it. As I read I couldn't get my mind off Roger. I wondered what he was doing being involved with someone like me. I couldn't understand it and short of asking him I wasn't sure what to do. He had been very forceful on both occasions we'd met and was very decisive. On both occasions I had been left feeling grateful to him and somehow quite foolish for the mistakes I'd made. I wasn't used to looking or feeling foolish. I found myself not concentrating on the novel to any great degree. I did enjoy the late evening sun which was still warm. Then I took off my sunglasses to look around at the surrounding windows. No one was looking at me so I gently hitched up my sundress skirt and undid my pantyhose before sliding them down my smooth legs. I took off my shoes and then put the pantyhose on the bench beside me. Still looking around I picked some flowers and then walked back into the apartment feeling the cool evening air on my bare legs. After making supper I looked down as usual at his place and was delighted to see that the drapes were open, but inside were a quite a number of people drinking and talking to what was obviously some loud music. As I looked down I saw him draw the curtains and the view was ended so I went to bed early following a hot relaxing bath. I slept soundly and decided that I would get into work early to catch up on the project I had been working on the previous Friday. I was determined to make a good impression at my new job. So I was up before dawn and made myself a welcoming cup of coffee before starting on my make-up. I usually wore dark red lipstick and lighter foundation now my facial hair was gone for good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes. Dark eyeliner, lots of mascara and further tweezing of my already finely arched eyebrows completed my look. I pushed in two pearl drop earrings into the lower holes in my earlobes and then added two small gold hoops into the upper holes. I brushed out my growing hair, after the night in curlers, and set it with some hairspray. Then I went to the laundry basket and retrieved my clean white underwire bra and panties. Boring but practical black pantyhose followed by a black underskirt and a new white blouse straight out of the wrapper. My pinstripe pencil skirt was next and then I slipped on my tight black shoes again. They were dried out after the deluge of Friday and I hoped that the wear they'd had would make them comfortable for the trip to work. I was pleased that they did feel better. Then I grabbed a shoulder bag, put my purse and keys inside. Then I put in some tampons, my lipstick, mascara and foundation make-up. It was nearly 7am when I grabbed my suit jacket and headed out to catch the bus to work. It was a 5 minute walk to the bus stop, and it was a nice sunny morning by the time I stood waiting on the number 26 bus into town. Little did I know that with the party over Roger was staring out of his window and watched me walk down the street taking pictures as I walked. I didn't know it but as I caught the bus he was getting dressed and was taking my spare key to have a look around my apartment. After a busy day I left work a little earlier and was back home at around 6pm. Just as I walked in, the phone rang which I assumed was one of those unsolicited calls trying to sell me a conservatory or double glazing. However it was Roger. "Hi, it's Roger," I heard his familiar tone again as if I might have forgotten his name. "How did you get my number?" I replied wondering. "You're forgetting I'm a copper," he said. "I have my ways." "Ah," I said. "Yes I did forget." Then I listened to him talk enthusiastically about his job and his last arrest. He talked fast and was very sure of himself. I wasn't really listening to him and my mind wandered to thoughts of my supper and some relaxation. Then my mind started to listen again when he apologised to me for yesterday. "I might have been a bit abrupt yesterday taking you on that fairground ride, but I was working undercover and it was necessary to make it look like I was an ordinary punter like everyone else." That sounded plausible but I gratefully said, "There's no need to apologise, besides you did find my purse and keys." "Thanks," he replied. "I was ringing to find out if you will have dinner with me on Friday." "Dinner?" I asked as if I hadn't heard him straight. "Yes dinner, you know food eaten in a restaurant, so we don't go hungry?" he laughed sarcastically. "Do you have any favourite places that you like?" "Oh I am not much of a dinner type," I said realising that no man had ever asked me out to dinner before. "I know a good Italian restaurant near here. I can book a table for 7:30pm if you are agreeable." I didn't know what to say. I was happy that he'd asked but at the same time I was unsure how to accept his invitation. What was his motivation for this invite? "You there?" he asked. "Yes I don't know what to say," I said finally. "I'm very flattered for the invitation but I hardly know you." "That's precisely the reason why I am asking you out to dinner," he said. "I will be most offended if you say no and besides I insist." The word 'insist' jumped down the line at me. No one had insisted I do anything since my father had thrown me out of his house when he caught me wearing a skirt and blouse in my bedroom. Now Roger was insisting I go to dinner with him. "OK I will have dinner with you," I said agreeing with his demand. What harm was there in that? He'd ended the call by saying that he would call round about 7 on Friday and wished me good night. Lots of girls are asked out to dinner every week so that's nothing new I decided after I put the phone down. I went into the bathroom and looked at my face. Despite all the make-up that I wore, my face looked whiter than normal. Like I was scared of him. In truth I was. He seemed to be a very dominant man while I seemed to succumb to his demands easily. Then I decided that he couldn't be dangerous because he was a policeman and he was charged to uphold the law, not break it himself. So why the worry? I wiped my make-up off my face and decided to run another hot bath. As I laid in the bath soaking in bubbles, my mind went over the conversation with Roger again. I played with the bubbles covering my breasts and felt my nipples harden as they usually did when I played with them. I felt the hot water surround me and it felt good. It certainly relaxed me. I resisted the temptation to play with myself for a while and then with Roger in my mind I came hard. I imagined what it would be like to have him penetrate me as I laid in the bath. The thought just made me feel weak and foolish again as I stood and patted my smooth skin dry. As I stood putting on my recently purchased silk night dress and dressing gown, I suddenly was gripped by panic. "Oh my God, I don't have anything to wear for this date," I said out loud. I rushed to my wardrobe and skimmed through my small but growing clothing collection, and realised that I really didn't have anything suitable to wear for a dinner date. I had some skirts and tops but nothing that I really thought was appropriate. They were all simply functional and just plain. So over the next few days I stayed out longer over lunch to look for something nice to wear. I tried all the main chain stores and shopping malls looking for that 'must have' nice dress. They were all pretty but also expensive and I was already overdrawn at my bank account. I would need to use my credit card if I had to buy this new dress but I was already near my limit with that too. I decided that what I needed was a dress that showed off my figure and made me feel less dowdy. I felt that I always looked classy in my business suits but I didn't have anything really soft and feminine. I tried on a few dresses at an upmarket fashion shop and saw one that I really liked. However the price was over ?250 and that was much too high a price to pay for a simple dinner at a local restaurant. Then I saw a really lovely party dress and realised that the asked price of just under ?200 had to be paid if I wanted it. It was a simple enough tight fitting black dress with a split in the skirt hem at the rear that went to mid thigh. When I tried it on, it was a perfect fit, hugging my new curves in all the right places. That made my mind up with a final decision while the assistant made me feel happier that there was a 25% discount on the dress if I bought some new shoes at the same time. "Can you recommend a pair?" I asked. "Yes these pumps were designed to go with the dress," she declared pulling out a pair of black silk shoes with a 3" heel. They had the same silky sheen material as the dress and were finished off with the same detail sequins used in the bodice of the dress. "I would need a size 9," I said. "I have big feet." "Let me check our stock," she said rushing back into the store room. A few minutes later she came back and said, "We don't have them here but we do at our out of town branch. Can you come back to try them out?" "Sure, when will they be here?" I asked. "Probably tomorrow afternoon I'm afraid. We have a delivery then so I will arrange for the shoes to be delivered here," she declared. "Oh, that's wonderful," I smiled. "I would like to try the shoes with the dress." "Of course you will get the full effect then," she said taking a note of my phone number. "I'll give you a call to let you know they're here so you don't waste a journey." "Thanks," I said feeling pleased that I had chosen a lovely new dress with matching shoes. So it was that I left work early the next day to make my way back to collect my dress and shoes. The winter hadn't quite decided to give up the struggle and it was wet and windy as I waited patiently for my bus journey to the shop rather than walk from the office. As I waited a car suddenly slowed down and stopped. The passenger door window wound down and a familiar sounding voice shouted at me. However thinking it was someone asking for directions I stooped down to tell him I was a stranger in town myself when I saw Roger grinning back at me. "Hop in and I'll give you a lift," he offered. "Thanks but my bus will be here soon," I said declining his offer. "Are you going shopping?" he asked somehow sussing out my reason for my trip. "Yes," I replied simply. "It's not a great day for it." "No, I thought we'd seen the last of this bad weather after Sunday," I replied. "Are you buying anything in particular?" he asked me. "Well," I said reluctantly. "I was going into the town centre to buy a dress and shoes." "Oh by any chance is that for our dinner date?" he asked simply but also with a degree of arrogance. "Yes of course it is isn't it? How utterly charming." "Yes it was as a matter of fact," I admitted. "Look, get in the car and I will take you into town," he said. "I can park this anywhere in town." So I found myself settling into his warm car and clipping the seat belt on as he drove along. I explained that I had a dress and shoes to try on at the shop but he didn't go there. Instead he made for a large department store that I'd already visited and parked at the rear. He put a sign on the dash board stating that the car was police owned and on official business and then locked it. "This isn't where I'm buying the dress," I complained again as I walked around the car. But before I could resist he held onto my elbow and ushered me inside the rear entrance of the store. We took the lift up to the floor selling ladies fashions. Whilst in the lift, he said. "I know someone who works here and if she's on duty she'll give us a good deal." "But I have already found something I like," I said but plainly he wasn't listening. "I'd like to buy you something really sexy for our date," he said adamantly. "I hope you don't mind me interfering." There wasn't much I could say to stop him. I thought if nothing else I could get the dress and shoes I wanted later. When the lift doors opened, we stepped out into an area filled with a vast array of gorgeous dresses and gowns. Two assistants immediately homed in on us obviously eyeing Roger as a potential man of means. He certainly looked the part for he was wearing an expensive leather jacket and expensive well polished Italian leather shoes. A gold watch and well cut shirt belied his rank as a lowly detective in the police. Perhaps that explained the expensive BMW we had also left outside. Not many policemen could afford that level of luxury. "My girlfriend here needs a new dinner dress," he said shocking me with his use of the word 'girlfriend'. I wondered if I'd given him approval to call me his girlfriend? I politely didn't pass any comment. This wasn't the time or the place. "Well our new summer range arrived a few days ago," said the lady and led the way towards a row of dresses in the centre of the shop. They were floodlit above and below making them shimmer and shine. They had a price to match their incredible look. He nodded with approval, "Thanks, I would like her to try on a few." "Let me show you the range," offered the woman who took down the first one in the rack. It was really the kind of dress you would wear to a premiere or the Oscars rather than go for a meal at a local Italian restaurant. The price tag wasn't even showing but I figured that with the lushness of the material and the design it would have been a four or five figure amount to buy it. "That's not quite right," he said to me, "I think you would suit a much simpler style." I nodded my agreement. He seemed to know what he wanted and he pulled out a few dresses in various different styles and colours in my size. So I ended up following the assistant sheepishly to the changing room to try them on. Roger shouted in, "Take your time, try them all on and then come outside and show me. We won't be able to decide otherwise." "If you need any assistance Miss, just ask," offered the assistant who remained outside scared I would run off with the store's equivalent of the crown jewels or she lost a potential sale. Nervously I undid the buttons on my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I took the first dress off the hanger and wasn't sure at first how to put it on, such was its complexity. It was black silk which I liked, but it had a lot of straps over the shoulder on one side in a very fussy style. I pulled down the rear zipper and stepped into it. I slipped my arms into the tight sleeves and arranged the skirt so that it was at the correct height. "Can you zip me up please?" I called out to the assistant and she stepped back into the cubicle to deftly zip me up. As she did so the inbuilt corset in the dress pushed my breasts up and revealed a great deal of cleavage. I looked in the mirror and could see that the knee length skirt was very tight and confining. I felt sure that Roger would like me in this dress but I wasn't so sure I did. Anyway I put on my black shoes and gingerly walked outside wearing it. "Well?" I asked. "Turn around," he ordered. "Yes, it's a good fit on you and the style is superb." "I don't think it's me though," I said defensively. "Do you?" "Perhaps not," he agreed surprising me. It wasn't a matter of cost more a matter of what I wanted obviously. His smile continued, "It's a pity because it certainly makes you look very attractive." "Does it?" I asked. "Let me try on something else. I will be right back." "Wait!" he barked. He then helpfully pulled down the zip at the rear and I walked back into the cubicle again. I undressed quickly as I was already feeling that this was taking up too much time. The next dress was a dark blue halter neck cocktail dress with an uneven hem that went half way up my left thigh and went down past my right knee. It was also backless and that meant going without a bra. However I left mine on. I stepped out and did a twirl without being asked. "That's nice," he said. "Do you like it?" "Yes it's very nice material, it has really good styling and fits me which is a big plus," I said. "That one retails at just under ?500 sir," said the assistant helpfully. He didn't even blink. I gulped. "I can't afford that," I said. "That's half a month's salary." I turned to go and take it off but he was already fishing for his wallet inside his jacket. "I can't accept this," I said at him. "I insist," he said using that word again. "I couldn't, you don't know me well enough to spend that kind of money," I said. "Go and get changed while I take care of the purchase," he ordered. I turned and obeyed. "Look on it as a present from me. It's not every day I get to buy a pretty girl a nice present." I decided that it wouldn't be good manners to create a fuss in the store. There were other customers milling around and anxious to use the changing room and the place was the least likely to have couples arguing over who buys the dress. If he was going to buy it why should I care? I just hoped that meant he didn't own me afterwards. I quickly changed out of the dress and handed it to the assistant who wrapped it up carefully before putting it into the designer label box and carrier bag. Then she handed it to me with Roger's credit card sorely dented with the cost. "Now we need some shoes," he said heading for the shoe department with me trying to keep up. "Shoes? Aren't these any good?" I asked pointing to my newly bought shoes. "Let me see," he said ignoring my question. Then he looked at the rows of heels. "Could you wear these?" He pointed and then lifted up a single navy blue shoe with a 5" spike heel. "I have never seen a woman go out on a date wearing such tall shoes. Would you wear them on Friday?" I didn't know what to say but he continued. "They look impossible to walk in but I suppose that's part of the sexiness of them. Perhaps you would need someone to hold onto to stop you losing your balance. The heel is just a thin point see? They are just not practical." I nodded, however he commented that they did look right for the dress. These were really expensive Italian heels at over ?100 a pair. "I couldn't persuade you to wear these could I?" he asked. "I can see that you wouldn't reject them in favour of something more sensible if I buy them for you." "Well," I admitted. "I wouldn't ask you to buy them for me but I would wear them if you did buy them." So he bought them after I had tried them on for fit. I didn't dare walk too far in them in case I did fall and break an ankle. It was exciting to have him buy me these things and decide what I should wear because he wanted me to do it. With him carrying the shoes in a carrier bag we headed out, but went past the hosiery department. "Would you wear these too then?" he asked with a grin on his face holding up a sample pair of black seamed nylon stockings. "I would like to buy them for you and they would set off the dress nicely." "Are they hold ups?" I asked. "No, is that a problem?" he asked. "I would need a suspender belt to keep them up. The suspenders and belt might show through the dress," I said. "Ah here we are. The same style but in hold-ups," he beamed. "Though suspenders are sexier. Maybe we'll get some next time?" I smiled as he bought the stockings and I added them to my growing pile. Outside the rain was still beating against the windows. I shivered and wondered about getting home. That was answered by his offer to drive me home in his flashy BMW. "Do you want a lift home?" he asked. "Thank you yes," I said. "Yes it will save waiting on the bus." "We better get going," he replied checking his watch, "I have a meeting at the station in half an hour." "Don't be late on my account," I replied. "I can get the bus." "If you're sure? I hate to leave you going home in such yucky weather but I think I better get to the station," he said reluctantly and looking anxious. Secretly I was quite glad because I really didn't want to share the car with him on the way home. "It's ok, I am used to this weather now," I smiled. He reached forward and gave me a peck on the cheek and smiled back. "See you on Friday," he said turning to the back entrance. "Yes around 7," I said and headed in the opposite direction and the bus stop outside. I didn't wait long and rushed home to try on my new dress and shoes. Chapter 3 - The date On the night of our dinner date I got home around 5:30pm and headed straight for the bathroom and undressed. I put all my work clothes in the laundry basket and then ran a hot bath with lots of bubble bath oil. I was lying back in the water when I heard the door bell ring. "Damn," I said and reluctantly got up out of the tub. I dried myself quickly and walked to the door and called out, "Who is it?" "It's me Roger," he said back. "Sorry I'm having a bath, can you come back in 15 minutes or so? I'm not ready." "That's ok if you open the door, I'll just sit in the lounge and watch the six o clock news," he said innocently. "Just a moment," I said realising I was still stark naked and starting to shiver. I went and got my pink silk dressing gown robe and put it on so I could open the door. He beamed when he saw me clutching the robe tightly with both hands. He handed me some flowers and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "As you can see I'm not nearly ready and you are an hour early," I said stating the facts and then handing the flowers back to him I added, "Can you take these into the kitchen please?" "Oh don't worry. I like the idea of a woman getting ready while I relax in the next room. As you can see I'm all ready to take you out to dinner." He was looking handsome wearing a dark dinner suit with a lovely plain bow tie. "The lounge is that way," I said pointing after he emerged from the kitchen minus the flowers as I headed towards my bedroom to get dressed. Within a few minutes he had the TV switched on and he was relaxed channel hopping. I looked at the dress hanging up on my wardrobe door and then laid the packages on the bed. I looked at the sexy shoes and the stockings. I started to feel aroused at the thought that he wanted me to wear all this stuff. Strangely I did too. I really was aroused at the thought of him wanting me to wear this dress, stockings and shoes. I took off my robe and sat down. I opened the packet of stay up stockings and as I was about to put them on I realised that my toenails needed a fresh coat of red nail polish. I put some cotton wool between my toes to spread them out a bit and started to apply more polish. While they were drying I decided that I should do my hands too and quickly applied a thin coat of red polish. I blew on my finger nails and they dried quite quickly, so then I checked my toenails and found they were dry too. I bunched up the first stocking and eased my toes inside the material and gently tugged it up my leg until all I was holding was the stocking top, which was covered in some kind of rubber adhesive. It was a simple matter to put on the other stocking before putting on my lace panties. I decided that a black pair with an elastic front would be best to hold in my stomach a little. There was no longer any tell tale bulge between my legs. I then stepped into a black underskirt and pulled that up to my waist before getting the dress from the hanger. I unzipped it and eagerly stepped into it. It was easy to inch it up my slippery legs despite it hugging me tightly. I put my arms inside the sleeves and nestled the bodice around my breasts. I wasn't that well endowed but I filled the bust of the dress nicely. I fastened the halter neck buttons behind my neck and it felt odd with no bra clipped behind my back holding me in. Finally I unpacked the shoes and pulled off the tissue paper before putting them on the ground. I stepped into them carefully and then gingerly walked over to my dressing table and back again. They were quite absurdly tall and pencil thin heels quite unlike my normal shoes. I sat down at the dressing table carefully and continued with my nails giving them a second coat of polish and adding some gemstones as decoration as the polish dried. I blew on them until the tackiness disappeared. Next I put on my gold watch and then a few rings. I picked up my necklace and then thought perhaps Roger would like to fix it around my neck. I put in two elegant zirconium earrings in each earlobe. The first pair dropped down the side of my neck while the other pair were no more than studs. I looked at my watch and realised that it was just after 6:30 so I had plenty of time to start my make-up. I wanted it to be flawless but restrained. I could easily have applied a lot of make-up but decided that it should look classy to match the rest of the outfit I was wearing. I sponged my face with foundation cream, patting it into my largish pores. Then I outlined my lips with a dark lip pencil before applying a ruby red lipstick to my lips. Then I ringed my eyes with a kohl eye pencil before following that with some new mascara that I had bought earlier in the day. I love long eyelashes so I applied two coats top and bottom. Then I put on some dark brown eye shadow and blended that into my eyelids. I smiled at my image and pulled out my clear nail polish and gave my nails a final coat of clear polish to stop the red from chipping. "There," I said to myself. I was really enjoying the look I gave myself. In my opinion I looked stunning and certainly not someone that used to dress up in private. This night I was going to be on public display and that made me feel excited and a little apprehensive. It was time to move into the living room but not before I gave my hair a final brush and then set it with hair spray. When I walked in casually despite the heels, he rose immediately to greet me. "You do look adorable," he said coming towards me. I did however detect a note of disappointment in his voice for some reason. "Thank you, can you put this on for me please?" I asked him and handed the necklace to him. "Sure," he said and came up behind me. I could feel his breath on my head as he gently clipped it behind my neck. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked after I turned to face him. Instead he looked at his watch. I added, "Do we have time? When did you book the table?" "We dine at 7:30 as agreed but not at that cheap Italian place I told you about. I've booked a table at the Caley tonight." "The Caley?" I asked wondering where that was. It sounded posh anyway. "Oh you don't know it? It's in the town centre and it's really famous for its steaks," he said grabbing my coat from the chair back and helping me into it. I almost overbalanced and had to rely on his arm for support. Getting used to these heels would take time. "Thanks," I said. "These tall heels do take some getting used to." "They really make your legs very shapely and sexy though," he said. "The stocking seams do too." There was a car horn sounding down in the street and Roger rushed to the window. "Ah as I thought that's our taxi, come on let's go," he said. It was more of a command. I quickly pulled on my leather gloves and arranged my hair so that it rested on the shoulders of my coat. Then I went to the kitchen and grabbed my keys and put them in my clutch bag. He waited impatiently as I switched off the hall light and closed the front door. I took his outstretched hand and relied on his support and the stair railing to keep my balance on the partially worn stone steps. The chill night air really assaulted my legs as they were just covered with the flimsy nylons. I sucked in the cool fresh air greedily. Getting into the taxi wasn't too difficult despite my costume and we settled down for the short trip to the hotel restaurant. The taxi was opened by the helpful Caley doorman and Roger ushered me inside quickly out of the cold. He headed towards the bar with me following his lead, trying not to fall flat on my face by clutching his arm. "If you sit there by the window, I'll get us some drinks, and what would you like?" he offered. "A glass of house white wine," I said simply. I looked around at the large luxurious pot plants, soft cane furniture and the relaxed, opulent nature of it all. This was a high class place to bring someone for a date. I headed confidently for the window and sat down carefully on the chair with as much grace as I could muster. However I sank down into the cushions and felt that the chair was sucking me down into it. As I sat I became acutely aware of my situation. I could taste and feel the lipstick on my lips, I could feel the sheer stockings rubbing on my crossed legs. I could feel the impossible angle of my feet shoehorned into these sexy heels and lastly I could feel my long earrings hanging against my neck. With no one at the bar, Roger was quickly seated with our drinks. I noticed that he'd bought himself a stiff drink as he sipped at it. He stared at the only other couple in the place who were seated beside one another unlike us who sat on opposite sides of the table. Roger raised his glass and offered a toast. "Here's to us whae's like us," he said in Scots. I smiled, "Yes cheers, thanks for asking me out." "What would you have done instead?" "Oh nothing much, read my book, watched Coronation Street and probably had a hot bath," I said honestly. Roger's eyes looked again at the woman nearby and as he did so I was drawn to look over at them too. She was acting like a hooker as she and the man kissed and fondled each other openly. She crossed her legs and the open slit on her dress revealed a large expanse of white thigh with dark stockings held up with suspenders. She was well endowed, with long hair well down her back. She wore the most exquisite dress and matching heels. Her make-up was perfection with lipliner making her lips pouty. She wore lots of expensive jewellery and had long sexy nails painted in French polish style. "It's amazing you can't go anywhere these days without coming across escorts," Roger said. "I meet them all the time at work. Most of the hookers in town are into drugs too. Though she seems classy compared to most I've seen." The woman's hand was gently fondling her partner's crotch and he was obviously enjoying the sensation as he laid backwards with closed eyes. The woman didn't look around but I was fascinated by the control she had over him, and now obviously with Roger too who still stared intently. The man was certainly turned on as she used her long manicured nails to entice his erection so that it strained inside his trousers. At that he whispered something into her ear and within a few seconds they both rose up. They walked out with her holding tightly onto his arm. She was smiling and obviously enjoying the moment with him. "Looks like she got her man," said Roger watching her walk out, her tall needle thin heels clicking on the marble floor. Just at that moment a restaurant waiter conveniently arrived and announced that our table was ready, so I asked Roger to help me out of the chair as he had stood up easily. He pulled on my arm and I was extracted easily. On gaining my feet he held onto my hand so I could get my balance again. This time it was my heels that clicked on the marble as he guided me towards the restaurant. "I haven't dined in here for ages," Roger admitted as we were shown to our seats. "I have never ever been here before," I replied. "I'm impressed and it's really lovely." Then he looked at me directly with a critical look on his face. "What?" I asked. "You need to let your hair grow a bit more, you would suit even longer hair," he said. "You should let it grow a lot longer." "Should I?" I asked. "Yes, plus I should have bought another dress for you, this one doesn't do you justice," he said surprising me by reaching forward and clasping my hand. "I saw one in a shop window. It was just like that woman's but in dark royal blue material." "I thought I looked good in this," I replied feeling the effects of the first glass of wine on my empty stomach. "I wouldn't want to look like that woman in the bar." "I disagree," he laughed. "You have class. On you that dress I saw would enhance your femininity no end." "Do you think I am feminine enough?" I asked. "Oh God yes, and you walk like a cat despite what you feel," he said. "I can help you though make the most of what you have." I felt he could too. It was obvious he wanted to change me in many ways to be more in tune with the way he wanted me. I thought that I wanted it too. It aroused me to think that he found me attractive instead of the dowdy woman I felt I had become. He helped picking my food for me because I couldn't understand what was being served with all the names in French. I was thrilled when they cooked the steaks at the table and we ate them as he asked about my past. That included all about my decision to become a woman. That didn't seem to phase him at all and if anything he seemed to be excited by what I'd done to myself. He was curious about the sex change surgery and what had driven me to it, and how I felt about it all. I had some tough questions to answer but he was not put off by me as I had found in the past when some men had found out. "What did it feel like after you had the surgery?" he asked. "Down below I mean." "Well it was bloody sore was the first feeling I had," I replied honestly. "But then I felt happy with the knowledge that I had corrected my little problem." "And has it corrected it?" he asked. "Well I have a vulva as I've always wanted to have," I said seriously then corrected myself. "As I always felt I should have." "Have you made love with it yet?" he asked and then apologised. "Sorry I didn't mean to be too personal and you don't need to answer that if you don't want to do it." "It's ok, and yes I had a boyfriend back home who helped me lose my virginity," I laughed feeling happy with the wine and his curious nature. "How old were you when you went under the knife?" he asked. "Oh I just turned 20 but I'd been on hormones for 3 years prior to that," I said uncomfortably. I'd never been quizzed about this stuff before. "I managed to transition during my time at university and sadly I incurred the anger of my father because I dropped out. He's disowned me now." "Oh that's a pity," Roger replied. "He should realise that he has a pretty daughter now." "No he can't do that," I replied. "Then it's his loss and my gain," said Roger smiling. He was always staring at me. Looking into my eyes hypnotically and asking all these questions. Devouring steak and my answers to his questions all at the same time. "I don't think you suit dark hair," he said suddenly making a statement. "And I'm glad you didn't get that black dress you wanted." "I'm sorry why?" I asked. "What colour should my hair be?" "I think a strawberry blonde colour would suit you," he said. "You do?" "Maybe you should get it done?" he asked or was that a command? "I don't think so," I said. "I really can't afford any more clothes and visits to hair salons. My credit cards are maxed out this month as it is." "I understand," he said. "I'll pay for it." "There really is no ne