At seven in the morning, Ruth lay in bed thinking, "I would imagine Stella has butterflies in her stomach," she thought.
She ran her plans over in her mind. The future looked to be on course. Hadn't she forced her views on poor Stella and forced her into female clothes?
Ruth shortly would be leaving to go to London on business. For Stella, or David, exams were soon to take place and after that would come his eighteenth birthday. Ella and her husband would be asked if David could join her company to take a job. She already had informed them that they would hardly see him in the coming years.
David, although not quite eighteen, could do a competent job in her company.
Meanwhile, her thoughts returned once more to Stella, the poor mixed up kid. He did not know whether he was coming of going. It was time to put Stella on the road to femininity. Ruth had never felt so much power over one human being. She could mold Stella anyway she wished. To some, what she had in mind could only be described as "sexual corruption". To Ruth though, the thought never entered her mind. To hell with what Stella though, she was going to win this challenge.