Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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She reached down and kissed me before settling back onto my chest. “I love you,” she said stroking the soft lace of my nightdress.

Could things get better than this?

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“You OK?” I asked her.

“Yeah. You needn't have folded so neatly under Mum and Dad's cross-examination though.”

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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Uncle Stan calmed his nerves and collected his thoughts, before putting down his knife and fork, and looking across the table at me.

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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The courtroom scene depicted in this chapter is fictional and bear little or no resemblance to real life (as far as I'm aware).

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

The courtroom scene depicted in this chapter is fictional and bear little or no resemblance to real life (as far as I'm aware).

Thanks to Wren Erendae Phoenix for editing/proofing.

“It seems we may need a longer recess. Dr Finster I will see you and your council in my chambers immediately. The rest of you, we will reconvene in two hours, at which time I will know whether or not this latest development is going to delay matters further.

The judge banged his gavel and left, followed by Dr Finster and his attorney.

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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The hospital and courtroom scenes depicted in this chapter are fictional and bear little or no resemblance to real life (as far as I'm aware).

Warning: This chapter deals with Richard's time in the mental hospital and may be disturbing to some readers. The chapter has been printed in red and there is a short synopsis at the end to cover the basics and maintain continuity in the story should you prefer not to read the full thing.

Barely ten minutes after being locked up, the key turned again and I was led out of the cell and the courthouse, and handed up into the back of an ambulance, where I was made to lie down on the stretcher. A couple of burly male nurses sat in with me, intimidating enough to keep me in my place simply by looking at me, and we drove off for destination unknown. There was no urgency so we shuffled through the lunchtime traffic at the same frustratingly slow pace as everyone else.

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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“If we sort out your hair and boobs before bed time that’ll mean you have quite a bit less to do tomorrow.”

The night was filled with erotic dreams of Jenny and Rachael making out and I had to get up half way through to relieve some sexual tension.

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It was getting late when we arrived and the yellow summer dress that had been so cool for most of the journey was beginning to feel decidedly chilly as the sun went down. I huddled up in my seat and turned away from Dad who was definitely in an uncommunicative mood. I wanted to pull the hem of my dress down as it had ridden up, but it would have brought awkward questions and I didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.

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The evening went quickly. It felt good to be doing something normal, even if the tight skirt on the black dress made moving difficult. By the time the bar was open Dave had grasped what was needed and finished his assignment. He offered to buy me a drink down at the bar, but I cried off saying I’d had too much the previous night. He accepted that and headed off on his own while I went into my room to catch up on the work I would have started Friday night had I not been sidetracked.

That night I slept in the nude again and dreamt of Jen’s soft skin against mine.

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Thanks to the twelve voters out of my six hundred or so readers. Not exactly statistically significant, but better than the turnout for the recent(ish) referendum on the voting system in the UK. The general consensus is for an increase to 4k postings, so I'll give it a try and do my best to keep up.

“Keep the underwear on.” She told me, and I did as instructed, reaching for my jeans and tee-shirt. In next to no time, I was standing in front of the mirror, just a little disappointed to be back in the purple dress, but feeling better with the genuine sensation of soft nylon rubbing against my legs.

I rejoined Jen and sat beside her on the bed. “So exactly what do you think you've figured out?”

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Written From The Heart

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We headed towards the centre of town until we found a bus that would take us back to the campus. We climbed on board in silence and found a seat near the back. I was too stunned to speak, or even to think. I felt trapped - lost and without hope. The threat of tears pricked the backs of my eyes as I felt Jen's hand come to rest on my back.

I don’t think she even managed to convince herself.

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The display showed Jen’s name and number.

“Too late,” she said handing the phone back to me. The display read 'sending photo message' for a second then cleared.

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I collected my bags and stepped off the train to find Dad waiting for me. The haunted look was still in his eyes, but I put on my best face and strode up to him — not quite as easy as it sounds even though the heels on the sandals I seemed to be wearing were quite low — and shook his hand.

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I loved this dress for its simple elegance and the delightfully sensual feel it gave, but I also hated it because it represented the break in my relationship with my parents. Somewhat dejectedly I sat down to some more revision.

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The contents of the bottom drawer of my dresser, that Dave so nearly saw that first day, were the collection of female clothes I had picked up from charity shops and the like over the previous few years. I hadn’t dared indulge my passion these past months for fear of being visited by Dave and his boot, for fear of my guilty secret getting out, and now here I was, sitting in front of all my friends wearing the prettiest, girliest dress I could imagine.