I tried to closed my eyes relax and breath. I waited for what seemed like years before releasing myself from me. Was it a resignation to what was to c...me. I stepped toward the door and opened it. The street was bare, no movement as if time was standing still.I had waited a life time, time does it have a measure, I questioned. My questions kept pounding through me. Was I going to be in trouble if I opened that door? Opening a door to a new life time.Seemly simple, complex only in thought and. ’ Joel lifted his eyebrows. Kaitlyn could tell from his expression that he wasn’t going to let it go. ‘Alex Perdue,’ she said and winced when Joel burst out laughing. ‘I knew it!’ he cried, pointing a finger at her. She scowled and swatted his hand down. ‘Stop that! People are staring.’ Glancing around, Joel waved and apologized to those nearest to them. ‘What do you mean, ‘you knew it?” Kaitlyn demanded. ‘I saw you guys talking the other night. I knew something was going on.’ Joel grinned at. It had felt so good, I had for a split second considered offering to let him take my anal cherry in return before coming to my senses. Mark had been angling for anal since we got married and judging by his recent purchases of anal porn novels on our shared Kindle, another campaign of persuasion was under way. Should have made sure you kept our date, I chuckled to myself. My attempt to phrase an appropriate 160 character response was interrupted by the waiter. ‘The gentleman asked if you would. ’ I asked, now more direct with the question. ‘Call me Brian, don’t call me Master again.’ I said plainly yet sternly. ‘Yes Ma . . . Brian.’ She said correcting herself. ‘I want to do whatever you wish me to do to please you. Tell me what you want and I will do it Brian.’ She said now unnerved and confused at the question. Clearly she didn’t know how to respond and that saddened me. ‘No luv, I’m giving you a choice. Tell me what YOU want dear. Tell me what you would like to do or have me do to.