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A Dream comes True. Ch 1. By Julian Irwin. This is a story about an 18 yr old sissy boy. Who can't stop having lovely dreams and fantasizing about being dressed as a young girl. He finishes up trying to find a Mummy that will help his dreams become reality. I hope you like it as much as I have writing it. It isn't heavy on sex. But, Remember you're meant to be 18 or older to be reading on this site. *************************** Let me start my telling you something about myself. My name is Meredith Burnett, I've always been somewhat effeminate. I went to an all boys high school, where it didn't take long before I got called Sissy. But I got used to it, well would you mind. When some of the name callers were happy to make use of your mouth. I'm 18 years old, at full stretch I stand only 5' 3", also I don't use much of the scales, as I weigh almost 55kg's. OK. I know I'm not big. It has been said to me, that if I had muscles they'd look out of place on my slim body. So that may be why I don't have them. Yes even the one between my legs isn't the biggest thing in the world, say 5 pulsating inches. I've just measured it again encase it grow some, but no. My hair is a light golden brown, genuinely wavy, [OK a light redhead] I keep it long enough to cover my ears and over my forehead. Just because I like it this way. I am of a fair complexion that the sun doesn't do much for. So we tend to stay away from each other as often as possible. I left college [high school] at 16 and now work in an office in the City. For the last year I've shared a flat with two other gay boys Shane and Andrew. Who are both 20 and tend to treat me like a kid brother. Which is good at times, but not at others, if you have older brothers you know what I mean. Wish my real brother thought as much of me, as these two do. I feel closest to Andrew as a friend. My going flatting came about mainly, because home life for a effeminate Gay boy in a strict Baptist household, is not a loving or fun place to be. After not agreeing to my parents terms for me to stay in the family. It was best for all that I left, at least I'm happy now, I can be myself. You might think this sounds rather vain. But I have a real love for beautiful clothes. I alway like to be smartly dressed. I can sit in front of the mirror for ages, just brushing or combing my hair. Andrew reckons I spend more time on my hair than his sister and that's saying something. Oh well they made mirrors to be used, didn't they? Another thing, I've never owned a pair of denim jeans, unlike just about every other boy my age. I seem to think they are Oh! So Butch. Sorry!! For a long time now, I've had these fantasies of being dressed up and treated as a young pre-teen age girl. Anywhere from being in those pretty dresses and bonnets to a teen age College girl. The thought of wearing beautiful soft frilly underwear and pretty dresses. Having dolls and my cuddly teddy 'Prince' to play with. Or being dressed and treated like a proper Sissy-boy. Like in art work I've seen and have in my scrapbooks. I would go into Fabric shops, just to touch and look at all those lovely soft deliciously delicate fabrics, in there many different shades of colour. The thoughts of being cocooned in them, would be like being in heaven for me. I would browse through the pattern books, looking at all those lovely dresses that I dream of wearing. Or I'd go to the library, spending many hours looking through old woman's magazine to see how girls used to dress just a few short years ago. Wishing I could be dressed like them and envied girl living then with all those dainty frilly clothes. Nice full skirts with lace around the hem of there silk petticoats and panties. I would dream of having a Mummy who kept me dressed as this little girl. The same with boys you would see in books of period costume. Wearing frilly blouses with puff sleeves. Frills around the cuffs, long scarves under the wide or high collar tied in a lovely big bow. Little bolero style waistcoats, that often matched there short pants. Finished off with a wide satin sash around the waist tied neatly to the side. There hair always looked at least collar length and so wavy or curly. Oh, how I wish that was me. I would picture them in my mind, wearing pretty girly underwear in beautiful silk or satin. Acting like the sweet obedient Sissy boys they look. My desire for this pretty Sissy life began controlling my every minute, my every thought. So one day I decided I had to place an advert on one of the web sites for Sissies like me that I can't stay off of. After much thought and consideration, I sat this night in my bedroom and sent this message via my laptop. "A well behaved 18 year old effeminate male. Would love to meet a lady who would like to help him fulfil some real deep fantasies and desires. I want a Mummy to dress and treat me like her little girl. Anywhere from a little girl, to a teenager school girl. All I think of, is being dressed in beautiful silk and lace petticoats and panties under pretty dresses, skirts and blouses. Or to treat me just as a real Feminized Sissy-boy. I have my teddy 'Prince' but would really love to have a pretty doll to play with also. Please!! is there a mummy that can help me?" After reading it over a few times, I finally clicked on send. Within a couple of days I received a couple of hurtful replies, but that was all. I lay in bed that night having a we cry. Why do people have to be so nasty, when this site is for sissies, boys like me. I started wondering why these thoughts are so strong within me, is there something wrong with me. I'd read other adverts on there, wonder if they get these replies also. My flatmates call me 'Sissy' that doesn't hurt me, because I know I am one. Plus they know me, I had even thought about discussing it with them. But decided best not to let them know just how much a sissy I am, just yet. But I still can't help or take myself away from these 'Girly' sissy fantasies. The feelings, the great desire I have of being dressed as a pretty girl. After six weeks and no other positive response, I'd all but given up. Then one night I went on line to check my mail. There to my great delight was a message I'd been hoping and praying for. It read: "Have just been reading your advert for a Mummy to dress and treat you as her little Daughter, or Sissy-boy. I am a widowed woman, in my 40's and would love to have a 'little' girl like yourself to dress and play with. If you are still interested or haven't met a new Mummy yet, send me an email. Telling me more about yourself." Needles to say I was over the moon, I hadn't been this happy for a long time. Straight away I sat and started writing, thanking her for writing to me. Then went on telling just a little about myself. As I didn't want to say to much encase it was someone else, wanting to have fun at my expense, after I had spilt all. In bed that night I couldn't take my mind away from being that little girl of my dreams. At last, I hope. Thinking of all the things I hopefully will be able to do. The way I'll be dressed in all these pretty clothes that I've dreamed of wearing for so long. Pretty lingerie and dresses, just like the pictures in my scrapbooks. My little Willy got so hard as I lay my hand over it. I had no option but to obey. So started stroking slowly along it's length, wanting to make it last as long as possible. Even my nipples seemed to get harder than usual and more sensitive to the touch. In no time I just blow my wad. Good job I had my pyjama coat unbuttoned, as my front was covered. Even my face received a coating. Whether it was just in my mind, but it even seemed to taste so much sweeter than normal. I slept so peacefully that night. Till I got woken early in the morning as I turned over, only to find myself pushing against another full blown erections. I kissed and cuddled Prince while I slowly took care of the throbbing tension below. Before I could even thinking of getting up and ready for another day at work. I know my flatmates noticed how happy I was for this time of a morning. After so long not hearing anything positive and getting up feeling the World is against me. Now this morning more or less dancing on air. Oh! how I wished I could of told them the wonderful news I'd received last night. As Shane was leaving for work, he remarked how my kiss was so much warmer than it had been of late. Oh yes, we are three gay boys and we do kiss each other a lot. As each leaves for work, is one of those times, as is bedtime. I couldn't wait to get home after work to check my mail 'inbox' Yes! There it was a reply for me. Just seeing who it was from started to have an effect between my legs again. I could do nothing about it right then, so closed off. Changed out of my suit etc. as Andrew and Shane were already home and it was normal to sit and chat awhile before starting a meal. It was at this time I was asked what has made me so happy all of a sudden. "Have you got a new boyfriend?" Shane asked. "No I haven't, I've just met someone on line to write too. They sound rather interested in me," was all I could or would say. I know it was evading the question in a way, but didn't want to embarrass myself by saying to much just yet. After dinner and doing the dishes, I excused myself early, saying I had mail to reply to and wanted an early night. That way it gave me time in my room without being disturbed. As we do respect the others privacy. Nervously I opened up with Prince sitting beside me while read the reply. Still there was no name given, just signed 'Your Mummy.' She said, I seemed a little shy in how and what I wrote. So she offered me guidelines for future emails. She would ask me a question about one of my sissy, girly fantasies, e.g. being a school girl. I'm then to reply on how I would like to be treated as a school girl. How being a school girl is making me feel right at this time. This really worked great, as I could just concentrate on being dressed in a proper school girls uniform. Saying just how it makes me feel as I write. I'm seeing myself just as that one. Not trying to write about all my sissy mixed up thoughts at once. After reading her reply, I felt more confident and relaxed that she wasn't playing me along. That gave me a great feeling of relief. Knowing I'm not a weirdo for thinking and being the way I am. There is nothing wrong in being the Sissy that I am. Well these emails went on for a couple of weeks. In which time I think I'd told just about everything there was to tell about myself. That I had a couple of scrapbooks full of pretty girls clothes and other really Sissy boy pictures that I loved. A CD also with a lot of pictures and drawings I've got of the net. Plus I had a video of a Young Miss America Pageant. Where a couple of families are followed as there little daughters are readied and travel to different pageants. I would watch it when I could. Thinking it was me being those sweet little girls in their beautiful dresses and make up, being pampered by there Mummies and Daddies. One of the girls older brother also treated her like a little princess. Telling her how pretty she was, would do anything for her. Oh! How I would love to of had him as my older brother. Plus I sent a few photos, which Andrew had taken for me. Must say Mummy was very pleased with them. Saying it wouldn't take much to have me looking that sweet little girl, she can see I am. At last I was given her name, which is Margaret Peterson. Along with her phone number asking me to ring one night. As it so happened the next night was Friday night, my flatmates have gone out Clubbing. Now is my chance to ring. I took the phone into my room just encase one came home early. I was so excided, yet very, very nervous. I seemed to get so many thoughts going through my head. A couple of times I picked the phone up, then replaced it, before finally pressing out the number. I still wasn't sure whether I wanted the ringing to stop, to hear a voice or not. But, then it was too late, as a woman's voice softly said "Good Evening" a couple of times. At last I was able to say "uummm..... G ....... Good Evening, is that Margaret Peterson?" "Yes it is, and who is that?" My hands were shaking, my stomach was turning over and over, faster and faster, I didn't think it would ever stop, I felt so nervous. Then quietly I got out, "Oh!....Th......Th...... this is M.......Mer.........Meredi.....th B.....uurnett calling." "My Dear how lovely it is to hear from you so soon," came cheerfully into my ear. "Thank you," I said again quietly and nervously, not quite sure of what else to say. My hands were feeling sweaty, as was under my collar. I had to use my handkerchief to wipe the hand piece before it slipped from my grasp. "Are you sitting down, is there anyone else around?" she asked. "No I'm at home by myself and I'm sitting in my bedroom." "That's good, now just relax, you know you've told me an awful lot about yourself. So there is no need to be nervous dear. Do you have Prince with you?" she asked. "Yes, I'm cuddling him, Mummy," I got out at last. "Oh you are so sweet my little darling," sounding happy that I called her Mummy. "We can have a nice little talk together now. In no time we'll have all that tension out of my little girl." Hearing her now calling me 'her' little girl, was beginning to excite me. After only thinking to myself as a little girl. Now I have a Mummy calling me a little girl, it sounds so wonderful. My dreams are coming true, I'm going to be that girl I've fantasized about for so long. I kept cuddling Prince and every so often would just kiss him. Like every little girl would do. In no time I was feeling quite relaxed. All those knots in my stomach loosened and disappeared. The sweat had left my hands and under my collar. I was able to put my hanky back in my pocket. Mummy even noticed the change in my voice, as I opened up. We talked about all little girl things that I had mentioned in my emails. She told me how she was really looking forward to having her little girl come to visit. Every so often Mummy would ask, how my little thing was down below. I felt quite at ease now to say, "I call it 'Willy' that it's fighting to get out and be touched." With that I was told to just leave it where it was for now. She knew how I must be and would be very surprised if I wasn't. "Talking about pretty underwear and dresses would make all sissy-boys get an erection in no time," Mummy said. We also started talking about everyday things, the more we talked the more comfortable I became. Just talking with her, she sounded such a very nice warm Lady, that I was keen to meet. I wished I had a real mother who was so understanding like she is. At no time did I ever feel uncomfortable talking about my girly fantasies. I felt like it was a normal way to be. It was well over an hour we talked, and finished by being asked if I could get off work next Tuesday to visit her. Suddenly a little more of this reality was coming together. The next step in a dream, with it I again seemed to go quite. I felt a we bit nervous again, I cuddled Prince into my face even tighter. Before I found myself saying, "Yes I could take the day off work." "That's wonderful my Darling, Mummy is so looking forward to meeting her little girl." With that she gave me her address, which startled me, realizing just where she lived. My hands still being a little shaky, I had trouble writing. Even thinking of the area added to the wobbles, as I tried to write. So was pleased when she said she'd put it in an email for me with directions to her house. Before we rang off, Mummy asked how little 'Willy' was in my pants. What would I be doing about it when we hung up? I just giggled, then said sheepishly. "It's got bigger and is throbbing under there. I think I'll have to gently stroke it." Mummy then suggested it would be nice to look at the pretty pictures in my scrapbooks at the same time. I agreed saying how I loved looking at those pretty clothes thinking of them being on me. We said goodnight to each other and I felt just like her little daughter. As I said, "Goodnight Mummy, I'm so looking forward to being your little girl." Before hanging up I heard her send me a kiss through the phone. I responded in a likewise manner. I replaced the receiver, then just sat there a few minutes collecting my thoughts. As I had all these sweet little girly thoughts dancing merrily around in my head. They were really real beautiful thoughts of me, this pint size effeminate, sissy boy. Who at last is going to have his fantasies, his real girly fantasies come true. I took Prince into my arms again giving him a big cuddle and kisses, telling him how happy I was feeling. I quickly ran the phone back to the dinning room, in case someone came home and wanted to use it. I was in no way ready to be disturbed. Back in the confines of my bedroom with door locked. I stripped to my satin boxer shorts, lay on the bed with Prince, just dreaming of being with Mummy. Taking one of the scrap books I fingered through admiring once again, all these pretty girls dresses in silks, satins, lovely petticoats and panties with lace around the hems. Sissy boys wearing satin blouses with puffed sleeves, big bows under the collar, short velvet pants, white knee length sox. Wearing makeup, all looking so wonderfully lovely to me. Yes this is the Sissy I want to be. My little Willy by now was standing painfully stiff, throbbing, begging to be stroked. I could do nothing, but obey my hot master, as I gently touched over the satin boxers. Wanting to delay the enviable as long as possible, looking at, thinking of myself wearing such beautiful clothes. Being treated as the little girl or real sissy I dream of being. I could hold off no longer, even my cherries were beginning to beg relief from the build up within. Pre-cum had left its wet telltale sign on my satin boxers, as it oozed out so freely from my piss slit. On opening the button, one hot pulsating 5 inch Willy took no time in jumping out. Just like a little child's 'jack in the box toy' wanting to be free, to feel the coolness of the evening air. Slowly I began feathering the tips of my soft sissy fingers along the thick throbbing shaft. The sensation seemed even more erotic, electric than it ever had before. Everywhere I touched seems so alive, so sensitive. Even the touch of Prince in my arm started sending strong sexual fibs through my body. Lying there now completely naked in the cool air, the uncanny silence of the flat. Just Prince securely in my arms, the scrap book open beside me. My thumb and forefinger lightly sliding up and down the length. Pulling the foreskin back and forth on each tantalizing stroke. I was wanting to hold of as long as I could. Before wrapping my fingers firmly around this hot purple shaft, standing looking eagerly at me. A glittering teardrop of pre-cum hanging from the piss slit. Teasingly, using just my thumb and forefinger, I'd slid my foreskin back one more time. Exposing the hot purple gland head to the cool air. Looking to it, saying in a few days you'll be sitting comfortable under a pair of pretty girls panties. How lovely that will be for you and me. Closing my eyes, thinking of the conversation I'd had just a few moments earlier with my new Mummy. I could hear myself talking like a little girl. Telling Prince how happy I am about it, that we'll be able to play together. My fingers by now are wandering all over, tweaking, flicking my erect sensitive nipples. Caressing slowly down my body, stopping momentarily to wipe off another drop of pre-cum to savour on my tongue. Before parting my legs, going under to tickle lovingly over a wantoned boy-pussy. My mind drifted back to hearing Mummy saying, how little girls love there Mummies putting makeup on them. Well I could take no more, just the thought of being dressed in those pretty little girls clothes. With makeup being applied to my soft sissy face, was sending me over the edge. I'm sure one penis expanded a good inch between my fingers. I could feel the heat from it, as the sperm flowed like a raging volcano along the tube. Hugging Prince tightly in my left arm against my chest. In no time my whole hand was wrapped firmly around this hot pulsating organ. Thrashing wildly up and down the 5 inches of sissy-boy meat. My legs tensed, my hips seemed to gyrate uncontrollable. I could hardly control the throbbing. Then I jerked wildly, my whole body shook Violently. Spewing out volley after volley of hot sissy-boy sperm up over my stomach and my chest. Even a few squirts landing on my face. My whole body just continued shaking uncontrollable. My breathing became deep and laboured. The trashy moans, sissy squeals, cries of ecstasy, cries to my new Mummy. I'm sure could of been heard throughout the flat. Thankfully I'm home alone. It was like I'm being transported to another planet, a sissy-boys planet which is full Sissy fairies like myself. This was the strongest, the wildest orgasm I think I've ever had. Even the volume felt so much greater as it covered my front. Again the taste was heavenly to my palate. My eyes remained closed as I continued lightly stroking, coaxing out those last few drops. My thoughts were now of myself lying there wearing a pair of pretty off white satin rumba panties, with rows of lovely lace across the back and around the leg openings. At each side of the leg and the centre of the waist lovely big bold satin bows. I could also feel this beautiful powder blue silk petticoat lying softly, caressing over my body with each movement I make. I could see hanging there waiting for me to retrieve and wear. A gorgeous knee length maroon velvet dress with an off white satin collar, edged in the finest of lace. A 3 inch wide lighter shade of maroon satin sash, hanging ready to be tied at the back in the loveliest of big bows. The ends of the sash would hang a good five or even six, seven inches below. I could see myself now holding Mommy's hand like any good little girl should. Yes, I was thinking of myself now just as this little girl, holding Prince firmly to my chest. Opening my eyes to give him a soft tender kiss, as I kissed Prince I knew my lips were still hot and very sensitive to the touch. Thankfully I didn't squeeze all the life out of him as the eruption began earlier. With the last drop of cum extracted from a now deflated penis. I began using my fingers to wipe off the remains of my cum juice and feed it to my waiting mouth. Oh how I love that taste of sperm, my own very much included. Once I'd come down from such a wonderful sissy high. I run of quickly to the bathroom to wash myself down. No sooner had I returned to my room, put on my pyjamas, got into bed, turned out the bedside light. Next thing I heard the return of Shane and Andrew. Very well timed I thought. Knowing how I'd been talking to myself not long before, my cries of ecstasy in a tone that would of been heard, very clearly. By the talking the other side of my door I knew both of them must of scored tonight. As there were other male voices coming from the other side of my closed door. Oh well I'll have to wait till morning to find out who, as I didn't recognize the other voices. But I didn't care, I had my sissy thoughts to keep me company all night. The next few days seemed to go extremely slow. I got the email with Mummy's address and directions to her house. Which also excited me, knowing where it was, what stately homes they all were in that area. Yes down between Wimbledon and Hampton Court. Come Monday I asked for the day off on Tuesday, which was quite alright. Working in Council does have some advantages, at times like this and no questions being asked why. The whole day my mind seemed to be thinking of other things. Yes like what tomorrow holds for me. I kept getting these butterflies in the tummy, for some reason I was also running to the toilet. I don't think I've ever urinated so often in one day. Others noticed it also asking often what the trouble was, "You seem to be so far away," they would say. Thankfully 5 o'clock arrived relieving me of anymore questions at work. But not from Andrew and Shane, who wanted to know more than I was prepared to tell at this point, still. Yes they knew I was taking the day off work to meet whoever I'd been writing to. How could I say, I'm going to meet a Lady. To be dressed and treated like her little girl for the day. Realizing how tense I was, the subject got dropped. After watching a little TV we said our goodnights then of to our beds. I really felt bad about not telling them, as they have made sure I do everything right and proper. As I say like big brothers or even a father. Another restless night I had. Couldn't get my mind away from the coming day, what it could have in store for me. I knew I couldn't sleep till Willy was satisfied for the night. The next thing I heard one of the other alarm clocks go, then mine followed suite. Even though I wasn't going to work, I thought it better to get up as normal. Or lie in bed and do what I didn't want to happen this morning. I stayed in my pyjamas and dressing gown, got breakfast ready while Shane and Andrew showered and ready for work. Once we'd finished breakfast, we had our normal hugs and goodbye kisses. After doing the dishes, proceeded on getting myself showered, followed by a nice close shave. Not that I really needed one, as I only need shave about once a week But my face felt lovely and soft afterwards. Back in my bedroom to sit in front of the mirror to blow-dry my hair before kneading in a little hair-gel. With that done, it was now on with deodorant and body spray. Must remember to put these in my briefcase before I leave. As Mummy had asked me to bring them. I had everything sorted out to wear, my silver satin boxers, white vest. Then on with a white shirt, a lovely Lavender, Violet and white diagonally striped silk tie. Finished of in my three-piece navy suit with a white silk handkerchief sitting fondly in the top pocket. A clean white handkerchief in my trouser pocket, some money, direction to Mummy's house, one final brush of my hair, I'm ready to depart after another look in the mirror. Yes I looked great I thought, suddenly I realized I was about to leave without my briefcase containing the Video, CD and scrapbooks, deodorant and spray. A final lovely kiss for Prince and I'm on my way. Walking towards the tube station was OK. till I boarded the train heading in the opposite direction to every other morning. At least I could get a seat this time, being 9am even the school kids have all gone. Sitting there in a quite carriage with just my thoughts and a briefcase containing my dreams. Again those nervous twitches returned to my stomach, even my hands, my neck felt sweaty now. Is it excitement of what is not far away, or is it in fear of the unknown that lies ahead of me, causing this to happen. Do I really want to go through with this, to be dressed and treated like a little girl. Yes, deep down and not so deep down, I knew I honestly did. I tried keeping my eyes on the houses, the building, even the traffic we passed took my interest, as the train rolled on to my final destination. At each stop the train seemed to remain there longer than normal to lengthen the journey. Or was it just in my tensed up mind. In due course we arrived at the final station, the few people still on board disembarked. Wimbledon here I am, slowly I stood to follow like a little lost lamb. With my instructions in hand, I found the bus I needed and asked the driver to please let me know when we got to the fifth stop. In no time I was off the bus, a short wake then crossed the road turned right. Then up that street about a hundred yards or so, there it was. I just stopped dead in my tracks open mouthed, looking. Oh my God! this is no house I've ever dreamt I would be going to. A beautiful large two and a half story Manor House, sitting back from the road. A nice curved driveway with path leading of towards the front door. After looking at my instructions once again, to make sure I was heading in the right direction. Yes I was, so quickly checked myself to made sure I looked presentable before entering the side gate. Tie is sitting straight, handkerchief sitting neatly in my top pocket, fortunately no breeze to upset my lightly gelled hair. Taking in a deep breath, here goes. Waking slowly, tentatively towards the main door, trying to convince myself not to be so nervous, no one is going to eat me. After a good couple of months waiting for this moment to arrive, here I was. The front door now right at my face, hopefully the door to my Sissified girly future. I had to take out my handkerchief to wipe the sweat that seemed to develop between my fingers. There's no turning back now, I could do nothing but press the bell and wait. Hearing the bell ring with a distinctive but novel chime, I knew it would of been heard anywhere in this large stately house. Soon I heard footsteps heading my way, my heart missed a couple of beats, then the door opened. A beautiful fluffy ginger and white cat ran out, with tail in the air rubbing itself against my legs. At least the cat is pleased to see me. Unconsciously I looked straight down at the cat, smiling as it again went between my legs. Suddenly realizing how the door opened, I quickly looked up. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm looking for Mrs Peterson." Standing, smiling at me was a very elegant Lady, that definitely befitted this stately house. Standing a good 5'8" I would say, her shiny shoulder length auburn hair beautifully set. Wearing an Ivory coloured silken blouse with full puff sleeves, buttoned down the front with sweet little pearl buttons. Hanging from under the collar a chunky crystal necklace. She was wearing a knee length black full taffeta skirt, light tan stockings sitting in two inch heeled black suede shoes. Her face made up in soft shades that showed the glossy wine lips to there fullest. In turn accentuated the beauty of the Lady before me. The fragrance of her perfume was also soft, which befitted everything I have so far learnt of this elegant Lady before me. "Yes, I am Mrs Peterson, and you must be Meredith?" she asked with a loving warm smile. "Y...es .....I ... I..... am." as I put my hand out nervously to greet her. Taking my hand but not to shake hands. But took hold of it in a ladylike manner, guiding me inside. Her hand was also soft like silk. Just the way she held mine, made me feel I'm going to be safe and secure straight away. The cat followed very quickly behind, not wanting to be left out as the door closed behind us. # = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter two coming soon.