He smiles at her. A smile that excites and interests her.The next day the solitary lady is once more sitting on the bench in the park. She is hoping a...d wishing for the man who walked to pass by.She imagines what might be beyond the smile.Would he like to know her thoughts from the previous evening, she wonders.Alone in her room, she pictures him tying her to a seat. Her stockings cut into her wrists and ankles after he removes them and straps her to a hard-backed chair.In her imagination, they. If I had a dress on, you certainly wouldn’t have seen any less of my breasts that you see now, covered by my brassiere nor more of my loins clothed in panties. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?’ ‘No’, he stammered, ‘I am afraid of committing sins of the flesh in my thoughts.’ ‘Is that why you are shy with me? Is that why you have so much difficulty dealing with women? You are afraid of committing a sin in your thoughts?’ ‘Yes.’ he said. ‘Jimmy, I think you need help. if you can’t. "This way!" Rose said."Mark! So glad you are here! Mark, this is Shirley. Shirley Jones. Shirley, this is one of my better and bravest employees," Helen said.Shirley extended her hand, Mark took it and smiled. He was looking at the room. It was twenty feet wide and perhaps fifteen feet deep and at least a story and a half high. It was all glass. Comfortably warm with lots of flowers, plants ornate white wrought iron furniture and, to Mark's shock and off in the corner... diapers.Mark didn't see. He then asked if I knew of someone who could come along and go on a blind date. I asked for who, then he said Jeff. I stepped away from the table and called John. He said that Jeff and his wife were going through a divorce and his son Mike was acting out to get attention.John made Jeff to be this nice looking man, muscular, tall brown haired and clean shaved. I told him I would ask Suzanne, then I said for him to ask Jodie. She needs to get out and meet new people. Tell her she can raid.