Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by:Bonzi translated by Angharad
part:247

I was in a bed, it wasn't my own. It was night, well it was dark, so I assumed it was night. My fanny was so sore. I wondered if I'd been too enthusastic with my dilation. I switched on the light on the bedside cabinet, there was blood on the sheets, my blood.

I heard the shower running, then it stopped and a few minutes later Des emerged wearing a robe, the sort you get in hotels.

"So how was it for you?" he asked.

"I'm bleeding, and it hurts."

"Bit off more than you could chew, eh girl?"

"What do you mean?"

"You were a bit tight to start with but you loosened up eventually."

"You have had sex with me?"

"Of course, what did you think we'd been doing, riding bikes?"

"I don't know. I feel as if I've just woken from a deep sleep."

"Nah, just the effects of the alcohol wearing off."

"Did you put something in it?"

"What me?" he said trying to act innocently.

"Yes you you pig, you've taken my virginity, do you realise that?"

"Yeah so," he shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.

"I was saving myself for Simon."

"Well I've done you a favour then. Now you know what the real thing feels like not some plastic rod."

"I thought he was a friend of yours, I thought I was."

"Things change."

"You are sick. For personal gratification you have destroyed my life and your friendship with Simon."

"Looks like."

"Just for a few more notches on your belt."

"I don't put notches in my belt anymore."

"But you do keep records?,"

"So!"

"So, how do I get recorded, as your first transsexual eh?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I had my first one in Thailand visiting my dad maybe twelve, fifteen years ago."

"So why, why me?"

"Why not. You've got one, I just tested it, it works fine."

"So what number was I then, hundreds or thousands?"

"Four thousand, six hundred and seventy three."

"You are sick, you must be."

"No I'm actually very well."

"I want to go home."

"There's the door," he pointed towards the end of the room.

"I need to shower. Did you use a condom?"

"No, it inhibits my pleasure. You can hardly get pregnant now can you."

"No but I could catch some horrible disease."

"Not from me darlin'."

"Don't flatter yourself, you are a disease."

"If you don't like the heat get out of the kitchen," he said and pointed to the door again.

"When I tell Simon about this, he is going to be very angry."

"With you maybe."

"Why, you raped me."

"Prove it darlin', you prove it."

"I hate you, you pig." My shock, now anger was quickly turning to despair. I felt myself dissolve into tears, screaming, "I hate you."

Strong arms held me, "No, leave me, you're not going to hurt me again," I screamed fighting against him.

"Cathy, Cathy wake up. It's me Simon, wake up girl."

His voice sounded so far away, was he coming to rescue me, I felt so weak and defenceless.

"Cathy, wake up." The voice was louder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, then opened my eyes, "Simon, you came, you saved me."

"Cathy, you were asleep, you've had a bad dream."

"What? No it was Des, he raped me, he got me with a doctored drink, there was blood on the sheets, I saw it."

"Cathy, it is two in the morning, on a sunday morning. You are sleeping in your old bed and have just woken me up."

My heart was pounding and I was bathed in sweat, it had been so real and went on for so long. I remember reading somewhere that the brain can't distinguish between a real and an imagined event. A lucid or powerful dream would feel the same as the real thing. Was this some sort of psychic warning or just my fertile imagination? Was Des as black as painted by Simon? In my dream he was.

I apologised to Simon and kissed him. He rolled back on the bed and went to sleep again. I got up and went to the bathroom. I ran a bath and washed myself clean of the taintedness of my dream. I dried myself and pinched some of my mother's deodorant and talc, it wasn't as if she needed it anymore. Then I pulled on another nightdress and went downstairs to make myself a cuppa.

I got back to bed at four and even then I had difficulty sleeping. The dream had had one useful point, any attraction I felt for Des had evaporated. I was now seriously frightened of him. I decided that I would speak to Henry and ask for them to appoint an assistant to be with me at all times that Des was about. The blood looked that real and the pain was still with me.

I lay awake for some time wondering if I should employ a male or female assistant. Another woman would be at risk as well, but then with a male assistant, would I be under even more risk? I need to talk with someone. Stella and Tom, they'd have some ideas, I'd speak with them as soon as we got home. I'd mention it to Simon as well, I was sure he'd support it.

I awoke at ten, Simon arrived with a cup of tea and some toast. This was about as close to breakfast in bed as I was likely to get from him.

"Ah, Princess Sleeping Beauty, you breakfast awaits you, ma'am."

"You are too kind Cameron, please take the rest of the day off."

"Thank you ma'am, I will." He shoved the tray on my lap. "That means you'll have to wash up yersel'," he said.

"What does?"

"You just gave me the day off."

"Oh did I? Obviously, you misheard me Cameron."

"I did ma'am?"

"Yes, what I said was, you can have a rest on your day off."

"No ma'am, I distinctly heard you."

"Don't correct your betters Cameron."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but my ears are working fine."

"I'm sure they are Cameron, it's the bit between them that worries me."

"How very droll ma'am."

"This toast is very good."

"I'm glad your Royal Highness is pleased."

"Can we return to normal Simon, I have loads to do before we go to the hospital."

"Letters of State to deal with?"

"No you dozy peer, the washing and making something for Daddy for his lunch."

"Ah, can't help you there Missus."

I narrowed my eyes at him, in which case we'll be late returning home then won't we and the rugby is on this afternoon."

"Ah! Good point, maybe I could just help a little then."

That's the problem with staff, getting the balance between carrots and sticks, just so.

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