Chapter 9
Chrissie gets her fix
I woke up drenched with sweat as a rush of hormones heated my body to
what felt like a boiling point. The sun was up and I could sense it was
relatively early. I checked my phone for the time and saw it was 7:00 am.
I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking of the events that happened
yesterday: my first day as a t-girl prostitute at Derek’s brothel in
Mayfair and the package of my new maid’s outfits that I picked up from
John Lewis and the new rules that had been laid down by my new owner,
Helen. Just a few days ago I had just been a cuckolded husband, albeit a
sissy that was undergoing oestrogen treatment, ultimately betrayed by my
wife, Heidi, who left me for the father of her c***d. It was a little
over a week since I had the breast implant operation and I still wasn’t
used to the feeling of touching my chest and feeling my perfect 34B tits
with their enlarged nipples that poked out just like any other woman.
Just three years ago I could still get hard, although I only had a cock
that stretched out to maybe five inches and wasn’t particularly thick.
Now it was shrunken by the weekly high doses of hormones that Helen shot
in my ass. It was only about an inch long and two tiny testicles hung
tightly below it. I was ashamed of it whenever I saw it in the mirror.
I was ordered to go to my tiny room by Helen last night while she and
mommy were talking and drinking wine in the living room and had taken
twice my daily dose of hormone pills in the hope that my day at the
brothel would be full of hot rushes. The hot flashes which ran through my
body like lightning helped to make me almost crave the cocks that entered
my ass and brought me intense pleasure which manifested itself in
writhing moans which seemed to drive the men who used my body for their
pleasure to more intense states of frenzy. I felt used up as each man
ultimately pulled out of me and left me like a limp doll on the mattress,
their cum oozing from me. I knew I was fully booked up again today and
would be working without a break from 10:30 am to 6:00 pm. Then I would
have to come straight home, put on my maid’s uniform and spend the
evening serving Helen, under orders not to speak unless spoken to and to
keep my gaze lowered in her presence on threat of punishment. My freedom
was restricted throughout the week. I was only allowed to travel between
the brothel and Heidi’s Notting Hill apartment except to buy groceries
and wine for her dinner. I had Saturday off but only could leave after I
had served her coffee in bed and had to be home by 9:00 pm.
The morning email with the images of all the girls that would be working
at the brothel would go out at 9:00 am to all the men in London rich
enough to pay £500 for anonymous pleasure with the woman of their choice.
It was flattering that I was considered beautiful enough to be the only
t-girl deemed to be worthy of wearing Derek’s initials. The tattoo
adorned every woman’s ass at the house, now including mommy who worked as
a receptionist there. Her life had certainly changed in the past week
after she had come up from Sydney to help me recover from the operation.
A beautiful woman of 55, she and I looked more like s****rs because of
her youthful appearance and perfect body. We were both petite, 5’5" in
our stocking feet with perfectly shaped legs and matching hair styles,
although mine was blonder in colour. We could share the same wardrobe and
even exchange shoes, since our feet were both UK size 6.
Mommy had first feminised me in my teen years and we had what many would
consider a shocking relationship after I caught her cuckolding my father
with my uncle. In order to silence me she had taken me to bed after he
left with the intention of making love to me but I even shocked myself by
insisting on going down on her and licking up the seed her lover had left
in her pussy and then licking her clit until she had a violent orgasm.
That first act set the stage for the relationship we had for 12 years
thereafter. It was a relationship where I showed my devotion to her by
begging her to allow me to drink her morning pee, to lick her in her most
private spot after she had relieved herself and to punish me with the
riding crop I bought for her. She eventually learned to enjoy her power
over me. She loved to watch me drink her golden nectar, squirmed with
delight when I licked her ass clean and her breasts actually flushed with
desire when she whipped my ass with the crop and made red welts come up
that made it almost impossible for me to sit down for hours.
Now my ass is Helen’s money maker. What’s left of the £500 the clients
pay the house to violate me after my pimp, Derek, takes his cut and I pay
the overhead to the brothel, goes right into her bank account. My
contract with Derek is a lifetime arrangement. He will decide when I am
to be farmed out to pasture and, according to Kate, the matron of the
house, with my looks I can look forward to at least 20 years in the
business. I wonder how long mommy, who just started as a receptionist for
the brothel, will stay on the job. She left her young and rich husband in
Australia to come up to take care of me and I’m not sure how long she
intends to stay.
I got up out of bed, hopped into the bathroom which adjoined my quarters
and took a shower in the tiny stall, washing my hair and paying
particular attention to my ass that had been oozing out cum and lube all
evening. When I came out of my bathroom I was surprised to see my nude
mother rummaging through my clothes and lingerie. I was tempted to ask
her what she was doing but remembered the rules that had been laid for
me: I was not to speak to Helen or her guests unless spoken to and, since
mommy had obviously spent the night with Helen, then she was technically
her guest. I did notice a glass half full of her pee on my bedside table
which I drank quickly before it cooled off. I like my mommy’s pee warm.
"I didn’t expect to spend the night with Helen when I came here yesterday
and I don’t have anything clean to wear," she said to me. "I am just
going to grab a bra and knickers and I think I will borrow that pink
dress of yours. You can wear the same black dress you wore yesterday. You
barely had it on so I am sure it is clean."
"That’s fine," I replied, although I was desperate to ask her what
happened last night. I would have to wait for her to volunteer that
information or to ask her when we are outside and the rules of the house
don’t apply.
When mommy went into my bathroom I dried my hair and put on the granny
panties and plain bra and pulled the 60 denier black opaque tights up my
leg and slipped on the cheap black maid’s frock with my name embroidered
on it in white thread. I was slipping on the two inch heels I was
required to wear when mommy came out of the bathroom to the sound of the
flushing toilet.
"I didn’t waste any of the toilet rolls because I know you are far more
meticulous with your tongue," mommy said with a giggle as she bent over.
I fell on my knees and performed the one act that made me feel more close
to her than anything. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and swirled
my tongue around her hole, licking her clean. Mommy moaned with pleasure
as I rimmed her. I indicated that I was finished by kissing her rosebud
and futilely trying to put my tongue inside her. The taste of her would
be something that would stay with me until I had to get ready for work
and would brush my teeth.
"The maid outfit actually suits you," said mommy, looking me up and down
after I had finished my favourite duty and stood in front of her. "Don’t
forget to put your hair in a ponytail before you go out. Helen isn’t
awake yet and I am going to sneak back into bed with her so that means
coffee for two at 8:00 am. Then I have to hurry off to work."
Mommy left the room and I straightened up and went into the kitchen and
prepared the tray for Helen’s coffee. At exactly 8:00 am I knocked
quietly on her bedroom door and put the tray with a pot of coffee, milk,
sugar and two cups and saucers on her bedside table. Then I went to her
linen closet and pulled a clean towel out for her shower. I kept my gaze
low as I went around the room and retrieved the clothes that were
s**ttered about and put them in the hamper and opened the curtains which
let the sun stream into the room.
I had barely left the bedroom when a hot rush swept through my body. The
explosive flashes I experienced sometimes lasted minutes and sometimes
just seconds, but each one was an unexpected pleasure. Occasionally they
were so intense that I would get dizzy, forget what I was doing and
literally black out, although I remained conscious. To those who didn’t
know what I was experiencing I just appeared like a flustered and dazed
woman. The most intense of them left me with little recollection of the
experience, blacking out my short term memory and leaving me drenched in
perspiration. The one that was sweeping through my body now made my
entire body heat up like a furnace and made the room do a brief spin. I
steadied myself by putting my hand on the wall and gave myself over to
the rush of hormones that engulfed me. It took me minutes to recover and
left me spent but desiring even more. Helen had cultivated this addiction
in me over the last three years. She held the ultimate power over me.
Three or four days after my weekly shot I went into withdrawal, craving
the rushes that the girl juice brought. I felt flat on the fifth day
after my treatment and longed for the Friday morning shot she would give
me at the clinic.
The vindictive nurse, whose name I couldn’t recollect, gave me a shot
that tested my limits whilst Helen was on holiday last Friday. She did it
out of spite. Perhaps she envies Helen and was trying to hurt the
creature that she had created. Her motives meant nothing to me although
her vitriolic scorn brought shame to me. I am sure that Helen is deeply
resented at the clinic where she works. She is a beautiful woman, tall
and statuesque, but has little regard for those she doesn’t consider her
equal. She speaks of her co-workers with contempt and I am sure the
imperious manner she has rubs against their own self-regard. When I
recovered from the hot flash I did something I will probably regret in
the not too distant future.
Mommy and Helen were having coffee in the bedroom and I had a few minutes
before I was summoned to do my next chore. I hurried to the kitchen where
there was a staff list for the clinic posted on the wall and conveniently
there were pictures of the doctors and nurses and their emergency contact
numbers listed. I studied the list and saw the picture of the nurse who
had belittled me last Friday. Her name was Tracie and I jotted down her
mobile number and went back to my little room and used my mobile phone to
call her. The number rang three times before she picked up.
"Who is this?" Tracie asked with an irritation barely concealed in her
voice. "This better be important. I am going to be late for work."
"This is Chrissie, Helen’s patient," I replied meekly, keeping my voice
to a whisper. "I’m sorry to bother you."
"What do you want with me?" she asked, with contempt. "Did I give you too
much sissy juice last Friday or did your tiny dick finally fall off?"
"No," I replied. "I want another shot like you gave me the other day. I
am coming down from it and tomorrow morning I’ll be a wreck and I need it
for what I am doing now. I’ll pay you for it but it has to be secret. If
Helen knew I was talking to you she would kill me."
"You want me to pump some more girl juice into you and you don’t want
that bitch to know about it?" Tracie asked with a voice laced with scorn.
"If you tell me why you need it so badly, I might consider it."
"I can’t tell you now," I replied in a low voice, increasingly worried
that Helen might need me for something and become suspicious about why I
was alone in my room. "I’ll tell you when I see you, but I can’t come to
the clinic. I’ll pay you a £100 if you come over to where I am staying
and meet me this evening."
"I’ll come over for £200 but I want to know exactly why you need another
shot and what that bitch is doing to you," Tracie replied with a venomous
voice. "I’ll shoot enough in your sissy ass to put you in a girly spin
but I’ll only do it if this is a regular thing. I could use the extra
money. The clinic doesn’t pay me the same sort of money that they do to
that bitch that has you wrapped around her finger."
Tracie and I quickly concluded our business and I gave her the address of
Helen’s apartment block and told her to meet me behind the building at
6:45 pm. Then I put my phone away and hurried out of my room just in time
to hear Helen ring the small brass bell that she used to summon me. I
went into her bedroom and saw mommy quickly getting dressed for work in
my lingerie and pink dress that she had borrowed from me. I kept my head
lowered and stood at the foot of the bed waiting to be addressed. It
wasn’t until mommy was fully dressed and had kissed Helen on the lips
before departing that I was spoken to.
"Derek called me this morning," Helen said, referring to the villainous
pimp that she had consigned me to. "He wants you to do e****t work as
well as work in the clinic. That means that you will see some exclusive
clients in the evening. They will pay you in cash and I expect to see
that money on top of my dresser in the morning. Regretfully, this also
means that you won’t be here to see to my needs, which is what you were
meant to do. I was reluctant at first but there is money involved and he
finally convinced me that it is the right thing, but there will be
consequences. I’m sorry but I will have to cancel your day off. If you
are out in the evenings having fun with the twisted types that are
attracted to you then I don’t think you deserve to have any time off.
Your mother is fully behind my decision, so don’t expect any sympathy
there."
"I can’t have you come to the clinic anymore," she added. "Too many
people are talking about our relationship and, regardless, you are
working on Fridays so you don’t have the time anymore. I’ll give you your
shot on Saturday mornings from now on here in the apartment.
"Your mother is moving her stuff in here and staying for a while. I don’t
know how that will work out but she has agreed to pay the rent and take
care of me on the evenings you are gone. She is a bit mature for my
tastes but she is eager to please. To be honest, though, I am more drawn
to men. I think your mother is the same way actually so maybe the best
thing for her is to work alongside you. She is beautiful and lots of men
are drawn to mature women, particularly younger guys with an Oedipus
complex. I suggested to Derek that he should drop by and meet her after
work today. After all, her talents would be put to better use by being
one of his girls instead of just working as a receptionist. I hope you
don’t mind."
I hid the shock I felt at the calculated tone of Helen’s voice as she
discussed my mother’s fate as if she was already a possession of hers. It
ran against the grain of my relationship with the woman who had taken my
virginity. I still had the taste of mommy on my lips and her pee was in
my stomach. She was the woman I first submitted myself to and I couldn’t
begin to comprehend how she would willingly bend her will to Helen’s nor
did I feel anything less than betrayed by her assent to the further theft
of my freedom. I was looking forward to having Saturday off and just
having a set schedule at Derek’s brothel. Now that I was going to have to
service clients in the evening it seemed like my entire existence
revolved around fulfilling Helen’s financial ambitions.
I was in a daze as I made the bed and straightened up the room while
Helen bathed. I took the tray of dirty dishes back to the kitchen and
washed and dried them. Then, as Helen skilfully applied her makeup and
got dressed, I meticulously cleaned her bathroom and threw the dirty
towels in the hamper which I carried to the laundry room and loaded in
the washing machine. After I heard the front door close signalling
Helen’s departure I went out the back service entrance, carrying my
purse, and went to the shops to buy food and wine for dinner. I needed to
get everything organised so I could meet Tracie later. I hated that I had
to humble myself and beg her for another injection and pay her like any
crack addict pays a dealer.
I hurried back and loaded everything in the refrigerator, did a final
clean of the kitchen and changed into my work outfit, slipping on my
stockings, pulling them up to my suspender belt, putting on another
version of the netted knickers I wore yesterday and a matching bra. I
stuffed one of the granny panties into my bag along with two sanitary
pads for later and put my three inch heels on and left the apartment by
the back entrance as I was instructed to do. I caught a cab to work and
quickly entered the building, not acknowledging mommy on reception and
hurried to the back room. I lifted my black shift dress over my head,
hung it up along with my bag and went into the kitchen dressed like the
other girls in only my lingerie and heels. This time I felt confident
enough to make a cup of tea and grab a biscuit. I hadn’t eaten last night
and yesterday all I had to eat were two biscuits I munched after work was
over. The hormones suppressed my appetite and I knew I was getting too
skinny for my own good. There were eight women in the room all just
wearing lingerie. I was the only t-girl in the group and I was actually
the smallest person in the room by at least three inches.
A few of the girls actually worked up the nerve to come over and ask me
to have a look at my tiny penis before Kate came in for her morning pep
talk. The sight of it mostly provoked giggles which naturally made me
blush in shame but one of the girls told me she wished all her clients
were the same size as me. Kate thought it was important that all the
women who worked at the house knew that, even though I was genetically
born a man, my male identity had been erased long ago and whatever
remnants I still had of my masculinity were shrunken and not threatening.
I was something different and fulfilled a kink a lot of heterosexual men
had. What was made clear from the start by Kate was that the girls
wouldn’t approve of other sissies seeing me. Only dominant men that
understood that I was there to satisfy their needs only were allowed to
become my clients.
Kate entered the room and immediately the banter ceased and everyone
waited for her morning instructions. She gave me a knowing glance before
she started speaking.
"OK, girls, we have another busy day and we are short staffed," Kate said
in a loud voice. "I think some of the girls have been fibbing about their
periods. We can only have one period a month and it should only put you
out of action for four days. If we catch a girl lying about her period we
will suspend her for a month and, if she does it twice, then they will be
sent off to work in the east end house where clients only pay £50 a pop.
Only the best girls are chosen to work here and if you don’t get that
then you don’t deserve to be here."
"This is Chrissie’s second day at work and Magic Mike is her first
appointment for the day," Kate added as some of the girls knowingly
giggled. "I want you all to go to your rooms except Kate. I want to have
a word in private with her."
After the room emptied, Kate nodded her head, indicating that I should
follow her. We went through the back room and out into the small
courtyard at the back of the building. The sunshine felt warm but I
couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as we were only wearing stockings,
heels, suspender belts and bras and knickers. Curious eyes from the
numerous windows that looked over the small garden area could easily spy
us as we shamelessly stood together.
"He’s called Magic Mike because of his wand, which is enormous," Kate
said to me with a smile. "No girl would ever consider taking him like you
will have to do first thing today, so you should be prepared."
"I know there is a no-d**gs policy in the house but even Derek wouldn’t
be upset if we got stoned together," Kate added as she held a joint in
her fingers and lit it, inhaling the first puff deeply and handing it to
me.
I took two quick hits and could tell immediately that what I was smoking
was not normal grass. It was strong skunk that would go right to my head.
I broke into a giggle as Kate playfully pulled open my panties and peered
at my tiny cock.
"Where are your testicles?" she asked playfully, as she took the joint
from my hand and took a few puffs before handing it back to me. "Did you
have them removed?"
"No, they are tucked inside me," I replied. "I can just push them up in
my body and keep them there all day. I only lower them again at night. I
don’t like the way they look and actually would like to have them taken
off but Helen won’t allow that."
"Wow, doesn’t that hurt you over the long term?" she asked.
"Supposedly the heat of my body lowers my sperm count," I replied,
giggling as the pot really started to work. "So I am less likely to make
a woman pregnant if I could get hard and if I could even put it in deep
enough to fuck, but that isn’t going to happen."
For the first time I allowed myself to really look at Kate. I only
realised then how beautiful she is. She is tall and thin, with perfect
small breasts and a pert ass, but her face is her best feature. She has
the looks of a fashion model, aloof but still warm and friendly.
"You are beautiful," I said. "You could be on the cover of a magazine."
"You are beautiful too," she replied, finishing the last puff of the
joint which she discarded on the ground. "I can’t imagine that you were
ever a man. It’s a shame you weren’t born a woman. I am worried about you
this morning. Take your time after you are with Magic Mike. It’s going to
take you a couple of minutes to recover."
"Take this and open the cap and inhale some of it right before he enters
you," she said, handing me a small amber bottle. "These are poppers and
we use them to relax ourselves before we do anal. They’ll blow your head
off."
I took the bottle from her hand and put it in my bra. The skunk was
working its magic and, coupled with a mild hormone rush, I felt totally
at ease.
"Thanks," I said. "Now I’ll get to work."
I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I climbed the stairs and took the
bow off my door and entered the room. I tossed it on the dresser as I was
instructed to do and turned and faced Magic Mike. He was nude and
sprawled on his back with a smile on his handsome face. He looked like a
professional athlete, broad at the shoulders and with a six pack most men
would give their right arm for. I giggled as I climbed on the bed,
sitting to his side with my legs tucked under me and taking his large but
limp cock in my hand. I felt his heavy balls and played with them while I
spread his leaking cum around his helmet with my finger. Being stoned
made me completely relaxed and not at all uncomfortable. I instinctively
felt more intimate with Mike than I had with any of the men I had been
with yesterday. He oozed confidence, which must come from being so well
endowed. I noticed he was married by the ring on his left hand which was
now fully inside my bra and squeezing my sensitive nipples. His right
hand was stroking my thigh sending tingling sensations through me.
I was in the most delicious daze when I lowered my head and took the head
of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I used my hand
at the same time to help make him hard and licked down his shaft to take
his large balls into my lips and sucked each one of them gently. My
ministrations made his cock grow to its full size and when I lifted my
head I could see I was holding 12 inches of throbbing manhood.
"God, it’s beautiful," I said as my face broke into a wide smile. "This
cock is going to split me wide open. I want it so badly but promise me
you will take it slow at first. Once you are fully inside me take me like
you want to take me. Use me for your pleasure."
Rather than reply he took me by the hips, flipped me on my stomach and
pulled my ass up to the level of his cock. I could hear him as he put
some lube on his shaft and I felt his finger enter me as he spread the
jelly inside me. I reached into my bra and took out the small bottle of
poppers and opened it as I felt him rub his cockhead around my rosebud. I
inhaled from the bottle, quickly resealed it and felt my head explode as
the rush of the poppers ran through me. At the same time a strong
hormonal rush overcame me, making my body hot and my brow break out in
perspiration. I could feel him enter me slowly and stretch my love canal
with his girth. I kept my face buried in a pillow as the hormones rushed
through my body making me moan with pleasure and sending waves of
submissive emotions through me. I reached underneath and fondled Mike’s
balls as he buried his huge cock deep inside me. Then I was fucked like
no man had fucked me before. I was lost in a dream while his strong hands
pulled my ass up to his cock. He humped me like a man possessed throwing
me around like a limp doll as he took his pleasure. My moans only egged
him on until I could hear him grunt as his balls contracted in my fingers
and his hot jism pumped deeply inside me.
When he was finished he cast me aside and got to his feet. I could hear
him dressing as the hot hormonal rushes still throbbed inside me. I felt
an emptiness inside me that no man would ever fill again. I turned to
smile in gratitude as he put his tie on and slipped into his suit jacket
with the superior look most men have when they have used my body for
their pleasure. I almost told him to take back the three £20 notes he
tossed on the bed as a tip but I was incapable of speaking. I stayed in
the same position for a few minutes, on my knees with my head face first
in the pillow until I felt steady enough to get up. Then I tottered to
the bathroom, telling one of the maids to clean up along the way and
tried my best to freshen up.
The following 11 men that took their pleasure from me that day all seemed
to be disappointments after Mike had taken what he deserved, but I smiled
and made sure they left completely satisfied. When the day ended I
quickly went downstairs, grabbed my bag and went up to the bathroom to
take a shower. After I dried myself off I put the granny panties on with
a sanitary pad to soak up with cum and lube that would dribble out of me
all evening. After I dressed I popped into the kitchen and f***ed down
two biscuits and a cup of sweetened tea to boost my energy. When I went
out to the reception area to talk to mommy Kate was behind the desk.
"Do you know where my mother is?" I asked Kate, noting that she was
filling out the deposit slip and putting the cash in the bank bag instead
of mommy.
"Put your ear on that door," with a concerned look, pointing with her
finger to the closed door opposite to the desk.
I went to the door and put my ear on the cold door. I could hear mommy’s
loud moans and the sounds of Derek’s orders. I could hear a slap and my
mother’s gasp, and then another one of her long moans. I felt unsteady on
my feet as I turned to face Kate.
"You better leave," she said. "I don’t want Derek to pull any weird shit
on you after he has finished. I won’t tell your mother that you heard
anything. I’ll just tell her you rushed out after you were finished."
I went out on the street, caught a cab to Helen’s Notting Hill apartment
and circled around the building, climbing up the back service stairs and
going quickly to my room to change into my maid’s dress, pulling my hair
back into a ponytail. I slipped on the heels I was required to wear in
the house and checked the time quickly. Then I climbed back down the back
stairs and went outside behind the building to wait for Tracie.
I didn’t have to wait long. She came into the small area where the
rubbish was kept in skips with a smirk on her face only made more
insolent when she saw me in my uniform with my name embroidered above my
left breast. She held out her hand which I filled with crumpled £20 notes
that I had collected in tips that day. She counted out the £200, smoothed
the notes out and put them in her handbag.
"Now pull your tights and panties down and bend over," she commanded.
"I’ll shoot you full of girl juice just like you wanted.
I could hear her rip the cellophane off the hypodermic pack as I did as I
was told and bared my ass for her. She slapped my right cheek sharply and
rubbed a small area of my butt before she shot me full of hormones. I
could feel the warmth spread through me immediately and, although I
wouldn’t feel the full effects of the oestrogen shot until the morning, I
felt a relief similar to what any junky would feel when he got his fix.
"Now pull yourself together and tell me what is going on," she demanded.
"If you want this to happen regularly then you have to tell me what that
bitch is doing to you. I saw that soaked pad in your panties, so I assume
you are getting fucked regularly like a girl."
"I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do," I said, pulling up my opaque
tights and smoothing down my short polyester dress, trying to think of a
way to hide the real truth from her. "Helen lets me work in a brothel as
a t-girl prostitute and then I come home and make her dinner."
"So, she’s whored you out," Tracie said with a snort. "What are those
initials tattooed on your ass? It’s still reddish so I know you had that
done recently."
"That’s difficult to explain," I stammered, growing increasingly
embarrassed by her harsh comments. "I know it sounds weird but the guy
who runs the brothel I work at make all the girls get them."
"So, she’s sold your ass," Tracie said with disdain. "I bet she keeps all
the money you make and you don’t get a penny."
"That’s not true," I lied as I felt myself blush with shame. "I paid you
today with the money I made."
"I’m going to meet you every week on the same day and at the same time
but next week it’s £300," Tracie said before turning to leave. "I’ll give
you your biggest dose of girl power yet. I’m also going to do a little
investigation into that tattoo. I want to know more next week."
I was trembling when Tracie left me alone among the smelly skips and felt
shaky as I climbed up the stairs to the service entrance to Helen’s
apartment. As I entered the back door I could hear the front door open
and my mother call out my name with a lilt in her voice.