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Sally's Little Sissy I'd been writing a regular piece for a woman's magazine on unusual marriages when someone in the office said I ought to visit Sally and Pete Kendall. They gave me a number and I rang one Tuesday morning. Sally answered and said that she was more than happy to be the subject of an article, subject to the usual anonymity. She could speak for Pete and she knew that he wouldn't mind either. I asked about the marriage and Sally just said that it would be better if I visited them in their house. She would try to answer any questions that I might have. I fixed a date for 2.30 the following Thursday afternoon. I wrote down the address and thanked Sally for her co-operation. So two days later I was driving through the leafy suburbs, my sat nav directing my to a quiet side street with large detached Edwardian houses, mostly with a couple of large cars on the drive. I was glad that I was formally dressed for work in my favourite black suit; black jacket and matching knee-length skirt. Sometimes I would just wear a pair of tight jeans and a floppy top. I parked outside Sally and Pete's house. Like the others in the road it exuded affluence; a large, old house in a large garden, a Mercedes on the drive, an immaculately maintained house and garden. I stepped noisily up a gravel path to the front door and rang the bell. I was half expecting a servant to answer the door but no, it was a smartly dressed woman in her late-thirties with a welcoming smile. I knew without her saying that this was Sally and that I was going to like her. I introduced myself and she beckoned me in and I entered a large hallway with high ceilings and a lot of wood panelling that I assumed was oak. Sally pointed to a door and I led her into a large room. Sally called it the drawing room. It was beautifully furnished with a deep carpet, leather chairs, oil paintings on the walls and art deco pieces around the open fireplace. "Do sit down," oozed Sally. There was no sign of Pete. We sat down and began 10 or 15 minutes of small talk. This is always the case when I am interviewing somebody. It's a bit like the opening of a chess match. I was sounding out Sally. I needed to find out a few things about Sally and Pete and I wanted to put Sally at her ease. I discovered that Sally and Pete had been married for 12 years and for the past eight years they had lived in this house. They had no children. They were obviously comfortably off - Sally has a job in finance. She wasn't very clear what she did but I gathered it was to do with stockbroking, normally a very male dominated profession. We didn't get as far as Pete's job but I got the impression that he was not the major bread winner. Eventually it was time to get down to business. "Is Pete going to join us?" I asked. "My husband will come in later," Sally reassured me. "Tell me about your marriage," I said, turning on my tape recorder. Sally stood up and walked over to the fireplace. On the mantelpiece was a small envelope. "Before we start, I think you should see this," Sally said. She took a photograph out of the envelope and handed it to me. It was small, perhaps four inches across. It was a photo of a cute little girl sitting on the floor with a dark background. She was wearing a short-sleeved knee-length gingham dress in pale blue with a white lace collar. She wore it with white knee-high socks and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Her dirty blonde shoulder-length hair was brushed into two pig tails, each fixed with elastic and decorated with two pale blue ribbons tied in a bow. She was cute and looked about eight years old. She was cute but something wasn't quite right. I remembered that Sally had told me that she had no children. The girl in the photo seemed to be wearing make-up which surely no eight year old would wear; pink lipstick and blue eye shadow. And the heels on her Mary Jane shoes were too high. No eight year old would be allowed to wear four inch heels. Her face was also too grown up... Then the penny dropped. "Is this...?" I asked not finishing the question in case I'd got it wrong. "Pete? Yes. That is my husband. Of course I always call her Penny now. Isn't she cute?" I had to admit that Pete or rather Penny did look cute. She looked pretty and the dress suited her. Sally passed me a second photo. It was obviously another photo of Penny, this time wearing a typical school uniform of white blouse, school tie, pleated grey skirt, again with white socks and Mary Janes. Under one arm she held a teddy bear. Again I had to confess that Sally's husband looked cute. And feminine. "And how often does Pete crossdress?" I asked Sally, expecting her to say once or twice a week. "Oh, all the time," she replied. "Penny is 24/7. I threw all Pete's clothes away a few years ago." "Isn't it humiliating for Pete to dress like a little girl in front of his wife?" "Yes I think it is. But that's she wants. She doesn't have to dress like a little girl. She chose that gingham dress. She often dresses like a little girl. Humiliating? Maybe but she likes the humiliation." I noticed how Sally referred to her husband as 'she.' "Really?" I asked. "Was it her decision to wear that school uniform?" I made a few notes on my reporter's pad. "Of course. Look she's a grown man. I couldn't force her to wear a dress. If she didn't like it, she would leave." "I suppose so," I said. "Yesterday she wore something much more humiliating. Look I've got another photo here." She sorted through the photos, found one and handed one to me. It's hard to describe what Penny was wearing but it looked like a very frilly, pale pink, adult size baby's dress with a sewn-in white satin and lace bib. Again the outfit was complimented by white knee-high socks and shiny black Mary Janes. In one hand she held a baby's bottle and in her mouth she had a pacifier. Sally was right. This was much more humiliating particularly as the dress was so short that it did cover a pair of very pink frilly knickers. And the knickers bulged out as if something padded was on underneath. I had to ask. "Is he, or do I mean she, wearing a diaper?" Sally replied, "Well naturally. That's what babies wear." I was half- inclined to ask if the diaper was used for, well what babies use diapers for and who changed the diaper. But I thought that perhaps this was too much information and not something the readers of my magazine really wanted to know. "And this was yesterday?" I asked. Sally nodded. "And today?" I asked. "You'll have to wait and see," said Sally mysteriously. "And she really doesn't mind being dressed as a little girl?" I laboured the point. "Mind? Of course not. She loves it. And she chooses what to wear. That gingham dress is one of her favourites. She does have more grown-up clothes as well." "But you said, you'd thrown all his male clothes out a few years ago." "Yes. In fact, Penny had been begging me to throw away all Pete's clothes for ages. They were just getting in the way. I thought that maybe he should keep a few. Just in case. But he said get rid of them and frankly he hadn't worn them for years so I took them all to Oxfam. I guess by then we were sure that she wouldn't be going back." "So it was a joint-decision?" "I think it's time for you to meet Penny. You can ask her if she wanted to hang on to those male clothes." Sally leaned to the left and pulled a cord that I had not noticed that hung close to the wall. A little bell sounded and within a minute the door opened. I must confess I had been wondering how she would be dressed. Little girl? Schoolgirl? Adult baby? Or something more mature. In came Penny. Little girl? Schoolgirl? Adult baby? None of them. She was dressed in a French maid's uniform; a short, black dress with a white lace trim, a white lacy apron, a white tutu petticoat that just stuck out below the dress's hem and a black and white lacy head band. She wore sheer black nylons and what looked like 4 inch black stilettos. Penny minced over to us, swinging her hips in a very feminine manner. From closer to I could see that she was wearing full makeup but it was subtle and feminine and she looked rather pretty. "You rang, Mistress Sally?" she said in a soft voice. I could have sworn she dipped in a little curtsey. "Yes, Penny. This is Rebecca Ward from Wise Woman magazine. She will be doing a piece on our marriage." Penny said nothing but nodded a hello in my direction. "I'd like you to make us all a cup of tea and then I want you to join us and answer any questions that Rebecca has for us." "Yes, Mistress Sally." There. The curtsey again. I was right. "Let's inspect you first," Sally said. "Do a twirl." Penny turned through 360 degrees on her heels. "Very good," Sally said. "That dress looks fantastic." "Thank you, Mistress Sally," Penny said. "Are you wearing a petticoat? Show me." We could both see clearly that Penny was wearing a petticoat but that wasn't the point. Sally was showing me that what she said was the law in this household. Without any embarrassment, Penny slowly took the hem of her dress and lifted it up to reveal the lacy petticoat. "Very nice. And your panties? Are they clean?" God this was humiliating for Penny but she didn't seem to mind, standing in front of her wife and a stranger, dressed as a maid following orders obediently and without a demur. And now she had to show us her spotless pretty white panties with layers of lace. "Good girl," Sally said. Penny let go of the hem and smoothed her dress down. She looked a little awkward being called a girl in front of a stranger. If she blushed it didn't show under her makeup. She curtseyed again and minced off to the kitchen. "Isn't she cute?" Sally said. "I love that maid's dress. It fits her like a glove and she always looks immaculate. Her seams are always arrow straight. Did you notice how she gives a tiny flash of petticoat as she walks? So-o-o sexy." "So Penny is your maid?" I asked. "Oh yes," said Sally proudly. "And she is an excellent maid. She cooks the meals and clears away; she does all the laundry and keeps the house spotless. I don't have to do anything which means I don't have to worry about housework when I'm at the office. I know when I get home the place will be like a new pin." I nodded a little enviously. "If I request any irregular items like spring cleaning the kitchen or turning over the mattress, she does it without question. She always does exactly what I say and she never forgets," Sally went on. "I am impressed," I said. "Only when she has finished her chores can she change out of her uniform." "Does she always do exactly what you say? Has she ever disobeyed you?" "Once," said Sally with a knowing look. Clearly, whatever it was, it would never happen again. There was an almost imperceptible knocking on the door and in came Penny carrying a tray. She came over to the middle of the room and put the tray down on a low table, bending her knees carefully in that short dress to avoid indecency. It couldn't have been easy in those monster heels but Penny didn't hesitate for a second. "Milk, Miss Ward?" she said. "Yes please. No sugar." She poured the tea, took the cup and saucer over to me and handed it to me with a curtsey. She repeated this for Sally before pouring a third cup for herself. She gave a little cough. "Sit down, Penny," Sally said pointing at a vacant chair. Clearly Penny was not allowed to sit down without permission or even allowed to ask if she could sit down. She picked up her cup and saucer and carefully sat down brushing her dress underneath her as she did so to prevent any creases. She crossed her legs in a very feminine fashion revealing a lot of thigh. She was beautiful. It was hard to believe that she was actually a man and I caught myself wondering if I found Penny attractive. I can't deny that I found the combination of pretty face, gorgeous long legs but masculine underneath and submissive attitude very alluring. "Fire away, Rebecca. Ask whatever you like." I put down my tea cup, picked up my reporter's pad and pen and tried to concentrate on the matter in hand and not the pretty sissy sitting opposite me. "Where did you meet?" I asked first. "In Canal Street, Manchester one February night. I was there with three other girls from work, "Sally said. " We were curious I suppose and we ended up in a place called Napoleon's. Do you know it?" "No," I lied. "It's a hangout for t-girls. Dancing, drinking, a bit of fondling in the toilets. Lots of mirrors. T-girls just love mirrors, don't they Penny?" Penny nodded. "The four of us went in there. There was a t-girl sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. All on her own. Looked like she had no friends. Betty no-mates. So I went over and started talking to her. It was Penny. The rest is, as they say, history." I wrote a few things down. "It's true," said Penny. "I had no friends. I'd only recently found the courage to go out dressed. It was probably my third or fourth night out. I was there on my own. I knew nobody but just to go out in a dress, heels, wig and makeup felt fabulous. I could feel the glamour, breathe in the atmosphere, hit the dance floor upstairs in the small hours before heading back home to being Pete again." "Tell Rebecca what you were wearing," Sally said. "I wore a blonde shoulder length wig, a pale yellow top, clip on earrings, a necklace, a pale blue denim mini skirt, white pumps with four inch heels," said Penny. "My makeup was rubbish. I have learned a lot since about what top goes with what skirt, what colour to wear with what, how to do makeup and so on." "She's right. She looked OK in the darkness of the club but she had a lot to learn. We still have a few photos from that night. I certainly didn't think it would lead to us getting hitched." Sally laughed. "So you met Penny that night. Did you meet Pete?" Sally replied, "I didn't meet Pete for a few weeks after we met. We swapped numbers. I didn't expect him to ring me so I rang him the next evening and invited him round for a meal the following Saturday night." "I remember asking Sally, 'as Pete or Penny?' and she replied 'as Penny of course.' I accepted straight away and made a note of the address," Penny said. Sally butted in. "Now I had some difficult decisions; what to cook and what to wear. The 'what to wear' was the hardest. I didn't want to look too conservative but nor did I want to look like a slutty. In the end I settled on a dress that was about three or four inches above the knee. I thought it might be a little too provocative until I answered the door bell and there was Penny in a spray-on, tight, arse-length sparkly skirt that left little to the imagination." "I had bought it specially," said Penny. "Really, all my skirts and dresses were a bit short for a first 'date' so I went shopping to buy something longer. But I saw this shiny micro skirt and fell in love with it. I think Sally's jaw dropped two feet when she saw me come into her flat in such a tiny skirt, a tight top, tights and six inch heels. But hey, I'm a t-girl. That's what t-girls wear." "We agreed to meet in Napoleon's the following Wednesday and for me to cook a meal for the two of us the next Saturday," Penny continued. "I couldn't decide what to wear for Sally's first visit to my flat but even in those days I liked French maid's uniforms. I had a couple which I wore for cleaning the flat; both were black with a white trim; one was PVC, the other was satin. So I decided in for a penny and wore the PVC one." Sally continued, "That was the first time I'd seen Penny in a maid's uniform and she looked as sexy as does now. I think I fell in love with her that night when I saw her in the PVC dress. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Or my hands." Penny laughed. Sally went on, "She needed to practise movement and how to sit down without showing her pretty panties but I really fancied her that night. Her makeup was still a bit rough at the edges so I gave her a few tips there too." "Sally was really helpful," said Penny. "A lot of her advice was very useful. My makeup was entirely self-taught and, frankly, although I'd got a lot of tips from the Internet my makeup skills were non-existent. Sally's advice was welcome particularly about shades of colour." "That night was really the start of our relationship," said Sally. "We slept together for the first time that night." "In the PVC maid's uniform, Penny?" I asked. Penny just smiled. "That's our little secret,"she said with a wink. "Weren't you dying to meet Pete? I asked Sally. "Yes," Sally replied. "I suppose I was curious but sometimes it is best not to rush things. It was a few weeks before I met Pete. We had a few drinks together in a pub and to be honest, I preferred Penny. She's outgoing, sexy and pretty. Pete is a quiet, balding, insignificant little man. Penny is a fun-loving extravert; the life and soul of the party. Pete is a bit of a wallflower. Yes, I definitely prefer Penny to Pete." "Do you mind that, Pete?" "Not at all. I'm a crossdresser. I like wearing feminine clothes," Penny said. "They make me feel good. They give me a buzz. I can't explain why but I do and I particularly like the sissy look; lots of lace, girly items, maid's dresses like this one, school uniforms, party dresses, baby dresses..." "Yes I've seen a few photos," I said. "But isn't it humiliating, dressing like that in front of Sally? I can appreciate that some men like to dress as women but to dress as a little girl or a baby... " "Well they say that there is no accounting for taste," Penny joked. "I like wearing frilly things. Sally likes me wearing frilly things. No it's not really humiliating. It's fun." "So you started dating," I said "Then what?" "We had been dating for about six months before Sally invited me to move in with her," said Penny. "As Pete or Penny?" I asked. "Or maybe both." "Oh only as Penny, of course," said Sally. "But under twelve conditions." Sally smiled. "Do you mind telling me what these conditions were?" I asked. Sally replied, "Not at all. I have them written down here to remind me. They were: 1. You will give up work - my job is very well paid - and dress as Penny 24/7 2. You will be called Penny or Maid Penny at all times 3. You will call me Mistress Sally or madam 4. You will wear make-up and a wig at all times 5. You will keep the flat clean at all times. 6. You will cook all the meals and clean up afterwards 7. You will do all the laundry and ironing 8. You will wear a maid's uniform when you are performing your cleaning, cooking and laundry duties but at other times you can choose your own feminine clothes. 9. You will not pleasure yourself at any time without permission from Mistress Sally 10. You will wear a pussy plug at all times 11. You will obey my instructions at all times 12. If you break any of these conditions, you will immediately be punished." "So, Penny, did you agree to these conditions?" I asked. "Of course I did. I hated my job. I loved being dressed and I loved being a maid. It was a total no brainer. I handed in my notice at work and moved in the following week. Within a few days I had forgotten all about Pete and was loving being Maid Penny 24/7." "What about the punishment? Did you really agree to that?" "Why ever not?" Penny asked. "Well I assume that we are talking physical punishment here," I said. "Do you let Sally pull down your panties and spank you?" "If Sally thinks it appropriate to spank me because I have broken the rules, then I deserve to be punished," Penny said diplomatically. "But it's degrading. Even more humiliating that dressing as a baby girl," I said. "You cannot be a transvestite without some humiliation, degradation and sometimes pain," Penny replied matter of factly. "I always think that dressing is similar to taking a drug. It gives you a real high. Some girls get their high from dressing like a slut. Others like dressing as a schoolgirl, a naughty nurse or a French maid. And for me the best high of all is to dress as a sissy. The bigger the sissy, the more the shame, the greater the high." "We'd decided on a one-month trial to start with," said Sally, moving the discussion on. "We agreed that if either of us was unhappy with the arrangement we would break the whole thing off. But we were both blissfully happy that we hardly needed to discuss it. The next stage was marriage. We agreed to wait another 12 months to see how things developed and we agreed that if we were as happy then, we would get married." "So did Penny propose on bended knee?" I asked. "Of course not," Sally said. "I proposed to her - on bended knee. She had to accept of course. Remember she must obey my instructions at all times." "And who was the bride?" I asked. "We both were," Penny said with a smile. "We wore identical outfits; white mini-dresses with lots of bows and lace, white stockings and suspenders, white shoes with a 4 inch heel. And, of course, veils and bouquets." "I have a photo here," said Sally passing me a photo of two pretty brides in rather short wedding dresses. "And I adopted Sally's surname," said Penny. "I rather like being Mrs Penelope Kendall." "And that was 12 years ago and I haven't regretted it for a minute," said Sally. "Nor me," said Penny. "You must have had some rows?" I asked. "Not one," Sally said. "Really?" Sally justified herself. "Of course. Remember the twelve conditions. Penny has to obey my instructions at all times and if she breaks any of these conditions, she will be punished immediately. Penny is a good girl. She always does what I tell her." "Oh yes. I'm a good girl. I always do what Mistress Sally tells me," said the sissy. "But supposing Sally asks you to do something you don't want to do?" I asked her. "It's a question of trust," said Penny. "I trust her to make the right decisions for both of us. If she tells me to do something it must be right." "That's why our marriage is so strong," said Sally. "Because we have a clear relationship and Penny will always do as I ask. We each have clear roles; me as the breadwinner. Penny as the maid. I just love being married to Penny." "Are you on hormones, Penny?" I asked. "No," she replied. "Not yet," said Sally. "Maybe some time in the future, I'll put her on a course of oestrogen. Can you imagine pretty little Penny with gorgeous little titties? You'd love that, Penny, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress Sally," Penny replied but her body language suggested that this was not entirely true. Then Penny stood up and asked, "Can I make you both another cup of tea?" She curtseyed to both of us and when we accepted her offer, she went scurrying to the kitchen to put the kettle on. "I bet I know what you're thinking," Sally said when Penny was gone. "I bet you're thinking that you'd love a maid like Penny." "Well of course it would be great to have someone do all the chores around the house," I said. "I can't imagine my husband in a maid's dress." I laughed. We chatted a bit more before Penny the maid came back with more tea. She poured it and handed us both a cup. "Thank you, Penny," Sally said. "That's all for now. You can go and change if you like." Penny tottered out of the room in her heels and we continued chatting. "Can I ask you something off the record? Have you been unfaithful, Sally?" "Oh dozens of times," she replied without any apparent look of guilt. "I must confess I love hunky men. At present I have three boyfriends that I see on an occasional basis." "For sex?" "I think you can work that out, Rebecca, but don't look so shocked. I get turned on by strong, muscley, manly men who are well hung. The boyfriends can all offer me something that my little sissy husband can't offer." I wondered if the tape recorder had captured her comments about her husband and her boyfriends. "Does Penny mind you having sex with other men?" I asked. "Other men?" said Sally quietly with a laugh. "Penny isn't a man. She's a little sissy. And does she mind? Who cares if she minds? I'm her mistress. I make the rules." "Has Penny ever been unfaithful?" Sally shook her head. "Oh no. But the fact is that Penny needs a boyfriend; a hunky man who will deflower her tenderly. I'll let you into a little secret. For the past year or so I've been looking for a boyfriend for Penny. I've not found Mr Right yet but when I do Penny is going to really enjoy it." "Is Penny looking forward to being deflowered by Mr Right?" "I really don't know but if I can find two suitable men, we might even have a foursome," Sally announced openly. I smiled at the thought. The thought of Penny being deflowered aroused me a little. "Have you got enough for the story?" Sally asked. "I think so. Now I think that we agreed to use false names to protect your privacy." "Yes." "And would you be willing to have your photo taken for the article? We take photos from behind to hide your identity. "That sounds a good idea." At this point the phone rang. Sally quickly went into the kitchen to answer it privately. I could almost catch what she was saying. There was a lot of giggling and I guessed that the call was from one of her boyfriends. Finally Sally said, "OK then. See you in ten." She came back in with a smile all over her face. "Sorry but I've got to go out," she said to me apologetically. I was a little surprised but I had enough material for my article. "No problem," I said. "Can you see yourself out?" "Er yes." I started to pack up my things and put my tape recorder back in my bag. Sally left in a tearing hurry as if she had one hour to get to her boyfriend's house, have a quicky and get back home again. "Bye," she called blowing me a kiss as if we were old friends. "I'll email you a draft copy of the article. And the photographer will contact you. OK?" "Sure," she said. "Say goodbye to Penny." "I will." And she was gone. Just like that. In such a rush. I hadn't even finished my tea. I took a couple more sips and put my notepad in my bag as well. I checked my makeup in my little mirror and painted on a new coat of lippy. As I was about to get up and leave, the door opened and in came Penny. No longer dressed as the maid, she wore a short, tight mini-skirt, a tight stretchy top and even higher stilettos. Her makeup had been redone. There was a little too much black stuff around the eyes but like her long legs and her tight top, it was sexy. She minced over to me and sat down on a chair opposite me. Now I would never describe myself as having Sapphic leanings but I must say that I definitely found Penny sexually attractive. She came over and sat opposite me. With her stocking tops, suspenders and white silky panties showing, I must confess I was aroused. "Would you like to sit next to me on the sofa?" I asked her. "Sure," said the sissy mincing over next to me. "You are very pretty," I said as she sat down. She didn't seem to mind that the tight skirt rode up to reveal her stocking tops. "And so sexy," I added. "Thank you," she said blushing. "It's hard to believe that under your skirt you have ... you know ..." "Well I have. Do you want to see?" "Well maybe later," I said non-committally - but I did want to see. I adjusted my position on the sofa making sure that my knee length skirt rode up to reveal some of my thighs. Penny correctly took this to mean that I was inviting her to stroke my legs. She took the lead, rubbing my thighs while I put my arm around her shoulders. I had never had a girl stroke my thighs before and it was very arousing. Penny also found it arousing because I could see a bulge in her tight skirt. We kissed. Her lips tasted of sweet lipstick. Her tongue tasted like wine. I was loving it. "Have we got time? Have we got time before you mistress gets back?" "We have plenty of time, Rebecca. Come up to my bedroom." She led the way. I followed. Her bedroom was decorated in a very girly way. All pinks and pastel shades with lots of flouncy touches. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my jacket off and then my blouse. Then I took off my skirt and tights. I unhooked my bra and wriggled out of it and finally I pulled down my panties. I found a condom in my bag. Naked as the day I was born, I climbed into bed. Then I noticed Penny. She was naked too but she had the amazing combination of small but feminine breasts and an erection. She got into the bed. We couldn't wait. We were so aroused and a few moments later having exploded in orgasm, we both lay still trying to get our breath back. "We'd better get dressed," Penny said, "in case Sally comes back." I looked around. Picked up my underwear and tights and put them on. Then I redressed in skirt, blouse, jacket and shoes. I checked myself in the mirror and used my fingers to make my hair look OK. My lipstick had disappeared so I found my bag and redid my lips again. I looked across at Penny. She was getting dressed but she was not wearing the 'fuck-me' outfit she wore before. She was wearing the pale blue, knee-length gingham dress in with a white lace collar that I'd seen in the photo, together with white knee-high socks and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. She had brushed her hair into two pig tails, tied in a bow. She was not as sexy as before but I still found her cute. Breathlessly we both went downstairs. "Oh Penny," I said. "When can we do that again?" I asked. I don't know," she replied. "Sally works at home a lot. But she spends time at the office and visiting her boyfriends. But she expects me to do my maid duties when she's out. But I can get the chores done quickly even you want to meet me again. I won't be able to ring you because Sally always checks the itemised numbers on the phone bill." "Haven't you a mobile?" I asked. "Sally won't let me have a mobile. What I can do is phone you from the pay phone at the supermarket. Give me your mobile number." I wrote it down for her. "I will buy a pay as you go mobile for you so that in future we can communicate by text," I said. "I'll have to hide it from Sally." "Yes." And so began my affair with Penny. It went on for a long time until we were caught in flagrante delicto by Sally. Still that's another story. To be continued?