I came downstairs to the kitchen at around 6:30 the next morning. I felt better than I had in a while. John had given me some comfortable women’s clothing when we got to the farmhouse, which I had on as I came down. He also didn’t knock on the door, but let me get up when I was ready.
“Good morning,” he said as I came in. “I hope you’re well rested. Hopefully this will be a short day and will be over by noon.”
“Good morning,” I said. “Yeah, I feel good. Did you sleep well?”
He nodded and served me his famous breakfast. If anything, it was better than back in Rochester.
After helping him clean after breakfast, I started to take off my shirt.
“Whoa, slow down,” he said. “What’s up?”
I pulled my shirt all of the way off and tossed it to the side.
“I’m ready for you to wrap me.” I put my arms out.
His face was red slightly red. He turned away.
“I thought I told you. Billy is gone, he returned home to Rochester. There’s no reason to be incognito today.”
“Oh.” He had said a few things about Billy being gone, but I guess I didn’t understand. Continue reading