He was my soul mate. He made me happy and taking care of him calmed my submissive side enough to make things work between us. When he got sick it was ...evastating and his death has forever changed me. Changed me for the better because now I am determined not to live my life unsatisfied.I was lost and searching for something when You came into my life. My deep dark secret that I had buried for all those years had started to haunt me in my dreams. I was looking for someone to teach me, to mold me,. I was stunned in which the way mom was provocatively dressed!My eyes scanned her from head to toe. Her blond, bitchy, shoulder length hair which was usually styled with tormented volume was now cascading straight down to the middle of her back with platinum streaks running throughout. It was pulled back enough to expose her trashy 3" silver hoop earrings along with 5 silver ball studs that outlined the perimeter each of mom's sensual ear flaps.Her green eyes squinted, and appeared smoky with. " "All right. One last thing. You'll need to live with me as you're being altered. And I don't just do this for free. You'll need to pay me a fee. Here's a checklist of what you'll need to do. If you're serious about this, do all of this, and come back to mewhen the list is completed." The list I gave him read as follows: 1. Sell your house(s; 2. Sell your car(s); 3. Give all your male clothes to the poor; 4. Sell or give away all your possessions; 5. Liquidate all your financial. I suggested her to get dry too. She murmured that she would change in her apartment. I did not force her. I reached my apartment in the same state with my t-shirt and half-pints in my hands. I thought I had lost the opportunity. I entered the apartment, only to hear the doorbell after I shut the door. I opened to find her again. She told that she had lost the apartment keys in the rain rush and had to wait till her parents arrive.I had an ear to ear smile hearing that and I suggested her to use.