Chapter Three.
That morning Annette phoned Mr. Metcalfe, the school headmaster. Without
wishing to say she was ill and having any of the school staff popping in to
check on her condition, Annette pleaded her mother being ill in York, some three
hundred miles away.
Over the following three and a half weeks Annette was indeed dangerously ill.
The first week she ran a fever and confined herself to bed, not answering the
door or the phone as she slowly began to recover from the terrible beating she'd
received.
After a more relaxed two and a half weeks Annette felt able to face the world
once again. In fact she was running out of the GHB tablets and craved more of
them. She'd applied her hand and other manual aids to her sensitive vaginal
areas and was becoming anxious for more abuse.
She realised with a kind of dumb misery that the drugs were turning her into a
masochist.
Eventually Annette took herself shopping in the local children's clothing
store. She explained to the assistant that she was looking for a new wardrobe
for her thirteen year old sister. "I'm just her size so I want clothes that'll
fit me" she told the girl disarmingly.
After leaving the clothing store, Annette called in one or two "specialised"
shops before returning home with her purchases.
An audacious artifice had occurred to Annette whilst she recovered. The idea
of returning to her childhood, although sexually active, really appealed to her.
She rang the school and set an appointment to see Mr. Metcalfe the headmaster.
Annette dressed very carefully for this appointment. She wanted to appear
smart but suggestible to the slightly lecherous head.
The bulk of the time that Annette had had off was during one of the school
holidays. She therefore felt she could request what she was about to ask and
reasonably expect him to agree with her.
Annette had presented herself early on Friday morning for her appointment and
smiled winningly for him as she crossed her nylon covered legs in front of him,
letting him get a glance of her white thigh above the top of her sheer
stockings.
"So you see Ed" she said persuasively. "I'll need to nurse my mother back to
health and also get my younger sister away from there for awhile. I was
wondering if she could possibly come down here and attend this school whilst I
look after my mother? It'll only be on a temporary basis if you like."
"Of course Annette" Mr. Metcalfe replied eagerly, casting a sly glance up
Annette's gaping skirt. "Why don't we say she can start on Monday? Ask her to
report to me and I'll take care of the necessary details."
That settled, Annette next visited the hairdressers before returning home and
preparing herself for a hot shower. Afterwards she removed all of her make-up
and inspected herself in the mirror.
As James had asked, Annette had allowed her pubic hair and the hair under her
arms to grow unchecked. She was a little shocked at the speed it had grown. Her
armpits were now thick with dark coloured body hair and her vagina was covered
with a huge bush of pubic hair. It was much more than she'd ever had before she
started removing her hair from these areas. She could only assume that the rapid
growth was the results of her constant shaving.
The hairdresser had cut her long auburn hair into the "Doris Day" style she'd
observed on the young girl at the youth club. The bobbed hair surrounded her
beautiful face and Annette was astonished how young she looked. Standing bare
and small in front of the mirror, she looked no more than ten or eleven years
old.
Unpacking some of her purchases, Annette pulled on a pair of pink children's
knickers. They had white lace around the leg tops and fit over her now rather
plump little belly perfectly.
Annette hadn't bothered to buy any brassiere's for her small tits and just
pulled on a slightly tight fitting pink cotton under-vest that matched the
knickers. The effect was immediate and it flattened her front to make it appear
that she didn't have any tits at all.
She selected a little dress that buttoned down the back. It had a pattern of
small blue checks and buttoned up to her neck. There was a collar of white plain
material that was matched by two bands of the same material edging the short
puffed sleeves.
She completed the whole effect with short frilled white ankle socks and a pair
of black strap over patent leather shoes.
Feeling deliciously hot and sensual, Annette phoned up James.
"I want us both to go to that youth club again tonight." Said Annette
breathlessly. "I've got something to tell you that I think you'll like."
James was relieved to hear from Annette. Since the caning at the youth club
and Annette's subsequent absence from school, he'd had no contact with her. He
had imagined her at deaths door or worse. He was therefore eager to take Annette
back to the youth club.
When he called round for her that evening he was shocked and delighted at the
complete change in her.
Annette was the prettiest little girl James had ever seen, for that's what
Annette looked like, a little girl and not his schoolteacher.
He'd brought her a good supply of the tablets that she now yearned for and she
greedily took more than her usual amount, locking the rest into a desk drawer.
Annette outlined what she intended to do on their way to the youth club.
"But you'll never get away with it" he protested, astounded by the boldness of
the scheme. He looked at her closely and, after some hesitation, he added. "I
don't know though. I think you might. You look like a kid now."
Unencumbered with the usual women's apparel and undergarments, Annette felt
deliciously unfettered and free as they entered the club.
Within five minutes of being in the crowded club James had obtained some money
from Annette and purchased for them both a handful of tablets which Annette
greedily consumed, feverishly washing them down with soft drinks.
She'd spotted Mr. Woods almost immediately but, far from feeling anxious about
him observing them, Annette almost felt a masochistic desire for him to catch
them doing something wrong.
With this in mind, Annette was at her most flirtatious, brushing her soft
scented body against the boys that crowded round her, having been told that she
was a sexual tease and available.
A boy who appeared to be about eleven years of age asked Annette to dance. She
smiled shyly at him and, rejecting his tendency to dance apart, she cuddled her
deliciously soft form against him.
The boy, whilst at first embarrassed, responded with fervour. He thrust his
thin lower body into Annette's hot pubic area causing Annette to wriggle her
tummy against his small hard penis that she distinctly felt under his Levi's. In
her flat shoes she was slightly smaller than the lad.
Annette put her sweet little pink mouth up against the boy's ear. "Would you
like to feel my cunt?"
The boy looked a little startled at this crude reference to her vagina but he
nodded nervously.
"Well push your hand under my dress and I'll let you" Annette breathed,
guiding his small hand down to the hem of her short dress and raising it
slightly in encouragement. She gasped as she felt his feverish fingers
scrabbling with the elastic leg band of her pink child's knickers. "Ooh... Oh...
Uh... Uh... Ooooh." She gasped as she felt his fingers slip under the elastic
and glide over her moist hairy slit. The boy gasped as he felt the amount of
hair that now surrounded Annette's willing hole. He'd never been with a girl
with so much hair and it thrilled him.
"Ooh..." Annette breathed as his trembling fingers played with her labial lips
and clitoris. "Ooh... I've never let a boy do this to me before" she lied. "Pull
my knickers down a little bit and stick your fingers right in there."
Annette could feel the boy fumbling with her thin cotton knickers. Her legs
trembled as he managed to scramble them over her bottom and down to the tops of
her thighs, uncovering her hairy throbbing cunt under the dress.
She'd completely lost it by now. Her overpowering need now took precedence
over anything else. That seemed to be part of the thrill. Annette the
schoolmistress allowing an eleven year old schoolboy to fondle and touch her
whilst she yearned to caress and allow him to take public liberties with her.
She was also yearning for public discovery and punishment. The pills had sapped
her of any morality and discretion.
"Ooooh..." Annette sucked in a deep breath as she felt the boy's fingers
tentatively entering her wet hairy opening. "Push them inside me" she urged,
standing still on the crowded dance floor and opening her legs as far as the
short dress would allow.
Annette felt the flood of her juices flowing as three of the lad's fingers
entered her. Not quite knowing how to express it to an eleven year old Annette
whispered "Can I feel your willy? I want to put my hand in your trousers and
feel it."
Hardly waiting for the boy's permission, Annette unzipped his Levi's and
fumbled the small stiff member out of his jockey shorts.
Pulling urgently on his prick she bent her legs, forcing herself down onto his
invading fingers and swayed up and down as she moaned and gasped.
Richard Woods had been covertly watching this juvenile passion and had sidled
up behind her, unobserved by the lust filled pair. Leaning across to Annette's
ear he hissed. "Just stay as you are the pair of you."
Frozen in shock, the two young lovers paused in their sexual ministrations. A
small circle had been cleared whilst the rest of the children gawked at the
sight of the two of them stuck together in an obviously compromising state.
"Well you filthy young buggers. You've got yourselves into this position. You
can now show the rest of the club your shame as you follow me into the office. I
don't want to see you readjusting you're clothing or pulling your hands away
whilst you follow me. Understood?"
Nodding fearfully, Annette and the boy awkwardly faced Mr. Woods retreating
back and, still with their hands intimately on each other, they shuffled after
him.
The children snickered as the boy's stiff penis started to jet semen under
Annette's tight grasp. "Ooooh..." Annette gasped, feeling it throbbing out his
love juice as they scuffled clumsily in Mr. Woods wake.
Seeing the other boys eyeing her avidly, Annette pulled her dress up with her
free hand. It slid upwards over her bare belly, revealing the youth's fingers
groping in her hairy slit. The thrill and the humiliation was overpowering as
the pair of them finally halted in Mr. Woods small office.
"Just look at the pair of you" shouted Richard Woods. "Its you, you filthy
little cow. You're the one that's been responsible for this. Well you'll pay an
extra price. For the moment I'm going to cane the pair of you. You'll be first"
he said, indicating the boy.
The lad pulled his sticky fingers out of Annette's weeping vagina whilst she
released her hold on his sperm covered prick.
"You were so anxious to feel each other up out there" Mr. Woods said angrily.
"Now you can feel yourselves up whilst I punish you. It might teach you to keep
yourselves under control in future. Now get hold of yourselves." This last
command was shouted out, shocking Annette into yanking the front of her dress up
to her waist and slithering her fingers into her bare slit.
"Take them off" said Mr. Woods, indicating the thin cotton knickers that were
halfway down her bare legs by now. "You'll have no use for them shortly."
Annette allowed the little pink knickers to drop to her ankles and stepped out
of them, thrusting her fingers tightly into herself as she watched the boy bend
over holding his dripping penis.
As the youth was beaten Annette frantically thrust her fingers in and out of
herself, gasping and whimpering as the lad cried with pain.
When Mr. Woods finished with the boy he looked across at Annette who was
obviously aroused by this treatment.
Desperately seeking something to humiliate and debase her he snapped. "Right.
Take off your dress and get down on your knees and lick this mess up." He
indicated the pools of semen that had gathered on the polished floor.
Annette pulled her hand away from her crotch and Richard Woods could see how
hairy it had become since he'd last seen her. She nervously reached up behind
her and unbuttoned the child's dress.
Letting it drop to the floor she stood in front of Mr. Woods naked apart from
the small pink cotton under-vest, shoes and ankle socks. Annette dropped down on
her hands and knees and crawled over to the sticky puddles.
She made an erotic sight as she licked away at the soiled floor, her bare
white bottom stuck into the air. Richard saw that Annette had also grown
substantial amounts of hair under her arms but didn't pause to wonder how a
child of ten or eleven possessed such a hirsute body.
When she'd finished, Richard ordered her to remain on her knees and stick her
bare bottom into the air again. "Put your fingers back into your crack" he
ordered. After Annette had complied, she waited with a delicious thrill of dread
for the first blow.
"Ooooh... Ooooh uh..." Annette screamed as the cane cut into her white flesh.
She could feel herself coming at the same time as the pain whipped through the
cheeks of her bottom.
Gagging and crying, Annette remained in this position as Richard rained down a
succession of painful blows. At the back of her mind she registered that she'd
climaxed three times during the punishment.
When she became aware that he'd finished she looked tearfully up at him.
"I'm going to inform your parents about your disgraceful behaviour at the club
both this evening and before" gritted Richard.
"Ooh no sir. P... please don't tell my mummy and daddy. I'll do anything if
you won't tell them sir." The hidden agenda for Annette was her desire to remain
undetected in her subterfuge.
"Right" Richard snapped. "If you're serious about that you'll turn up at this
address at nine-o-clock tomorrow morning. Now get dressed and get out."
Annette couldn't bear to put her knickers back on over her stinging backside.
Leaving this garment off she donned her small dress again and, holding the
material away from her injuries, she sought out James in the club and left with
him.
James made her walk home across the park again and remove her dress so he
could admire the red welts that Mr. Woods had brought up on Annette's bottom.
Annette now quite liked the danger and eroticism of walking through the park
dressed in only her little pink cotton under-vest.
Although it caused Annette intense pain, she allowed James to fuck her from
behind in the small park before he delivered her back home.
The following morning Annette had a long soak in the bath to ease the pain
away before inspecting her exquisite figure in front of the full length mirror.
She was becoming quite used to ill treatment and her body appeared to be
hardening.
Her pert little behind was a mere rosy red from the abuse of the previous day
and she pulled on another pair of children's knickers. This pair were in pale
blue cotton with pictures of cartoon animals printed on them. Again the
elasticised legs were trimmed with white lace as was the little blue under-vest
she slipped on over her tiny tits
Annette pulled on a fancy pair of white ankle socks with deep lace tops and
her black patent leather, flat strap-over shoes.
Keeping in mind her upcoming appointment with Richard Woods, Annette selected
a frothy pale blue party dress all satin and net stiffener that barely covered
her burning posterior. The fancy creation was gathered under her tiny tits and
fell loose to the frilly hemline.
Annette decided to plait her hair, drawing it to either side in two queues
that she secured with two satin bows. She put no makeup on her clear
complexioned face making her look like a very beautiful eleven year old.
Catching the bus to the address she'd been given, Annette arrived there just
before nine.
When she was admitted by an unctuous Mr. Woods Annette saw that it was a
combination creche and nursery school. The twelve or so infants were all boys.
"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson" he said sternly. "These are the most
sexually curious boy's from my wife's nursery school. You're going to co-operate
with everything that I tell you aren't you?"
Annette nodded dumbly as he went on. "I suppose your boyfriend gave you a good
seeing to last night after you left the club didn't he?"
"Yes sir." whimpered Annette in a small voice.
"Doesn't he know that its illegal to have sexual intercourse with girls your
age?"
"I don't know sir." Annette replied timidly.
"Well now you're here and your all going to be underage. Look boys" he said,
addressing the group of curious youngsters. "The big girl is going to show you
what you've been asking Mr. Woods about aren't you Annette?"
"Yes sir" Annette whispered, knowing for certain now that her plans for the
following week were OK as she seemed to be accepted as a child.
"Right then. I want you to pull up that pretty dress first of all. Show the
all the boys your knickers."
"Yes sir" said Annette submissively, pulling the front of the party dress up
to her waist and showing the little tots her pale blue knickers. One little lad
named Alan seemed more forward than the rest. With a boldness that belied his
nine years of age, he looked at Mr. Woods and said "Will she show us where
little girls pee from?"
"Well go on Annette. Answer Alan why don't you?"
Ms. Hendrix choked up with exited shame... "C... come over here Alan."
Alan trotted over to Annette, a look of satisfaction and cocky curiosity on
his face.
"You did you say you wanted to see me pee, didn't you?" Annette asked shyly,
her pretty face blushing bright red.
Alan had done no such thing but, after thinking about it, he seemed to find
the idea acceptable.
"Y... Yes" he said hopefully. Yes I want to see how you pee. Its not supposed
to be like little boys is it?"
"Right" said Annette, taking hold of the little lad's hand. "Now. Have you got
any potties in the nursery that the little ones 'go' in?"
Annette was handed a plastic chamber pot by one of the others and she said to
Alan. "Now if you want to push my dress up and pull down my knickers I'll let
you see what I do. Don't be frightened when you see me. I'm a lot bigger than
you are."
Alan hesitantly took the hem of the schoolteacher's short dress in his podgy
fingers and pushed it up her creamy white thighs till he'd exposed the pale blue
knickers that held her aching pudenda tightly, outlining the plump vulva that
trembled in anticipation of public nakedness in front of these mere children.
"Go on Alan" urged Annette, holding up her dress and looking down at the
knickers that stretched over her plump little tummy, her pink little rosebud
mouth open and her breath coming in small pants and gasps. "That's it Alan. Pull
my knickers down to my knees. Ooooh... I'm just dying to show you what little
girls do."
Annette was now oblivious of her surroundings. The curious crowd of children
and the self satisfied lecherous Richard Woods faded into the background as
Alan's fumbling hands tugged the child's cotton knickers down over her belly.
She felt the back of his adolescent hand brush her soft tummy as he worked the
elastic waistband down to the top of her thick pubic hair.
Alan paused and giggled as Annette's hairy vagina came into view. Annette
could see that her pink clitoris was distended and peeping wetly out of the nest
of hair in an erotically obscene fashion. She could feel the brushed cotton
knickers slip off the cheeks of her bottom as Alan finally managed to slip them
down her thighs to her knees.
The disrobing schoolmistress stood in front of the giggling children with her
knickers lowered, displaying her bare vagina for them to marvel at. She widened
the pink lips for Alan who gazed at this exhibition of fully formed female
genitalia with open mouthed admiration.
Holding the small plastic utensil between her legs, Annette squatted down and
opened her legs wide to the extent of the restraining knickers.
Looking down at herself, she allowed her bladder to relax and saw her vagina
tremble slightly as the hot urine started to gush out and splash into the
plastic bowl she held under her bared genitalia.
Annette made sure that the frothy skirts of her party dress were gathered up
and trapped in the crooks of her elbows as she continued to urinate in front of
the crowd of fascinated small boys. From the corner of her eye she noticed with
satisfaction that Richard Woods was looking at her bare hairy slit as it
streamed hot pee into the container. He had a strained expression on his face as
the delightful girl urinated freely in front of the small audience.
As Annette's aching cunt slowly dribbled to a wet trickling stop, she coyly
asked Richard to hand her a box of tissues, delicately dabbing the wet lips of
her glistening vagina and placing the brimming pot carefully on the floor beside
her.
She straightened up and, leaving her knickers pushed down to her knees, she
gathered up the skirts of the dress and hauled them as high as she could.
Annette wished for a moment that she was dressed and made-up in her usual adult
fashion to parade her sexuality in front of this group of small boys. She would
keep that in the back of her mind for the future.
Meanwhile she'd managed to tug the pretty dress up to the point just below her
tiny tits, revealing the bottom of the simple child's under-vest that barely
came to the top of her plump little belly that swelled out above her hirsute
pubic area.
"You can touch me if you want" she said archly to Alan, looking down at her
puffy little vagina that now felt as if it was on fire with a growing need. "Go
on." She urged. "Put your fingers up inside me. See how warm I am in there. It's
what Mummy's and Daddy's do to each other."
The curious Alan tentatively reached out with his chubby little hand. Annette
took hold of it and guided it to her willing moist slit, gasping quietly as he
pushed two of his small fingers inside her.
Her legs buckled and straightened as she took up a sexual rhythm to the small
thrusting of his fingers. "Ooooh... oh... uh... uh." she panted as she felt
Alan's whole hand slip easily into her cunt, causing her to climax and further
lubricate his invasive probing.
"Look" crooned the thoroughly excited girl, reaching out to the elastic
waistband of his short trousers. "Let me look at your 'thingy'." Although she
was almost beside herself with excitement, Annette felt a momentary rush of
shame as she set about further corrupting the child.
"What do you call it Alan?" she murmured, feeling for his tiny penis in his
underpants.
Alan, blushing bright red by now, muttered almost inaudibly under his breath.
"My willy."
"Well. That's what we'll call it then shall we?" Said Annette brightly. "We'll
call it willy. Can I play with your willy Alan? Its only fair as you're playing
with my 'two-pence'." Richard Woods almost choked as he heard Annette use this
prim, old fashioned word to describe her vagina.
Annette had by now extracted Alan's small penis from his underpants and was
gently massaging the little member in her soft hand. She was amazed to feel the
tiny thing hardening under her touch as it throbbed in a futile and dry
ejaculation.
As she felt herself building to yet another climax Annette peered down at
herself. She watched as Alan's hand plunged inside her to his wrist, much
resembling a smooth penis as Annette's free flowing juices made the invasive
lower arm glisten wetly.
"Right Alan" cut in Richard's voice authoritatively. "That's sufficient for
now. Miss Annette" he went on. "I want you to accompany me into my office." He
opened the door at the far end of the nursery and, as Alan extracted his sticky
hand from Annette and she tried to pull up her knickers, told her brusquely to
leave them lowered.
With a lascivious thrill Annette knew immediately what was in store for her.
She shuffled after him with her skirts pulled high, hampered by the
restricting cotton knickers pulled down around her dimpled knees.
When Annette stopped in front of a large desk in the office, she saw Mr. Woods
lock the door from the corner of her eye. She felt a thrill of satisfaction as
he stared with a look of hungry and barely disguised lust at her throbbing wet
slit.
"I want you to bend over and spread your legs open" he said in a strangely
muffled voice. "First of all you can take off that dress."
"Yes Mr. Woods" said Annette meekly as she allowed the skirts to fall and
fumbled with the small buttons on the back of her dress.
Finally unbuttoning the last fastener, she slipped her smooth white shoulders
out of the dress and allowed it to fall to the ground, standing in front of him
with only the small blue cotton under-vest tightly restricting her tiny buds
covering her nakedness.
The under-vest pulled up over her trembling back as she bent over and parted
her legs to the limit of the elastic waistband of the knickers, giving him a
delicious view of her defenceless trembling bottom.
Annette waited with her eyes closed as she heard him unzipping his trousers.
Her legs buckled involuntarily as she felt his hand rest lightly on her
vulnerable bare behind and caress it slowly and sensuously and his fingers prise
apart her buttocks.
"Ooooh... uh... uh..." Annette gasped as she thrust her posterior upwards to
him. "P... please Mr. Woods. Fuck me... Fuck me now."
She winced with pain as his hand came down suddenly and sharply on the bare
cheeks of her ass. "None of that crude swearing in front of me do you
understand? You're still only a little girl."
Knowing he wasn't about to treat her as a little girl, Annette nodded dumbly,
biting her lip as she stifled her gasps and sobs.
"Ooooh..." she gurgled as she felt his huge shaft enter her well lubricated
vagina. She thrust her pretty little behind against him repeatedly as he plunged
in and out of her willing wet cunt.
She could feel him building to an orgasm and was dismayed when he pulled
himself out of her frantic vagina. A second later she opened her eyes wide with
shock as she felt the tip of his wet penis probing the tight puckered hole of
her anus.
Shaking with unfulfilled desire, Annette snaked her hands around either side
of her buttocks and pulled them apart as wide as she could, waiting with
trepidation as Richard thrust his hard slippery prick into her asshole with a
ripping pain.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as he pumped his hot semen into her most secret
place, her fingers still holding her buttocks wide apart as he withdrew his
softening member from the tight hole.
"Keep them pulled apart" he said curtly, unlocking the door and calling the
boys in. "Look boys" he said, nodding at the doubled over girl. "Little girls
have the same bottoms as boys." He laughed dryly as Annette sobbed at this added
debasing humiliation, her, the English schoolteacher reduced to exposing herself
to these tiny tots and deriving a secret sexual thrill out of it.
"What's more" he went on. "They're much the same as you lads about the chest
area till they're about fourteen or fifteen years old. Stand up and show them
your chest girl" he ordered the poor Annette, watching with satisfaction as she
gingerly released the cheeks of her buttocks and painfully straightened up in
front of the small group.
Annette took hold of the hem of her small cotton under-vest and tugged it
upwards, glancing down as her diminutive buds sprang into view. Her pink nipples
jutted out from the two small mounds of flesh for the young boys to gape at.
Mr. Woods took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and
squeezed it cruelly. Annette squeaked at the sudden pain that suffused this
sensitive area, tears springing to her lovely eyes as Richard kept up the
relentless pressure.
"Feel yourself now" he demanded sharply. "Feel yourself while I'm torturing
your titties. You see boys" he went on to his young audience. "Girls need
punishing so they'll do as you want them to." He again addressed Annette. "You
want to wank yourself for the boys don't you? Tell them that's what you want to
do." He gave her nipple another savage pinch and transferred his grip to the
other one, leaving the first tingling with a pleasurable pain.
Annette pushed her hands down to her pubic area as Richard renewed the biting
pain to her tender pink nipple, twisting and pinching till the tears streamed
down Annette's lovely cheeks as she scrabbled her fingers into her hairy vagina.
"I... I'll w... wank myself off for you M... Mr. Woods" she groaned. "You
don't h... have to hurt me so much." Her fingers were pushing in and out of her
wet slit rapidly with an audible sticky squelching sound. The boys watched
fascinated as the near naked girl gasped and groaned as she excited herself.
Annette looked down as she neared her climax. Her fingers were glistening as
she manipulated the raw pink vagina, parting her fingers in the cleft of her wet
nether lips to reveal her jutting insatiable clitoris.
When her quivering naked frame calmed from the wrenching orgasm, Mr. Woods
instructed her to strip off her knickers and join the group of boys for the rest
of the day. Annette docilely stepped out of her knickers and, naked apart from
her inadequate under-vest, shoes and ankle socks, she allowed the boys to play
with her bare sexual organs.
'My God' she thought, as one of the young lads gazed at her as she pushed her
middle finger in and out of her hairy cunt. 'I could be teaching him in five or
six years time.'
Finally at the end of a day of complete degradation, Mr. Woods allowed Annette
to dress and make her way home.
