" And you, darling man!"The line went dead, and I went back to the flat to put the kettle on. I was a little surprised that no-one else was up and abo...t, but then it was still only a few minutes after seven o'clock, and it was still pitch black outside, if you discounted the street lights. And there was another two weeks yet to go of the days getting shorter before the Winter Solstice.Despite the coldness of the telephone box, Gustav had developed a partial erection while talking to Sheila - no. "There, sweetums," Mummy crooned, "Yourwiddle satin baby romper is locked on so no bad boy can take it off ofyou!" I was told to put my hands out in front of me, and thick mittenswith no finger or thumbs were shoved onto my hands. They were linedwith satin, and covered in the same pale yellow satin, but the materialthat was between the satin felt like an oven mitt. They then tied theribbons tightly around my wrists so I couldn't slide them off, and myhands became useless. I wondered what. Although I suppose I need to stop thinkingof myself as a "guy," at least for the moment.My birthday was coming up. Beth has always gone out of her way to makeit special during the five years we've been married, but she reallyoutdid herself this time. She told me she had booked us into a cute bedand breakfast in a little town in Pennsylvania. It was a drive of alittle over three hours from our home in Cleveland.We hit the road right after lunch on the day before my birthday so we'dbe there in. What did I have to lose? I quickly went upstairs and stripped off, was I slightly excited? I had butterflies for sure but it could of just been nerves as I was doing something so different and unexpected. I stared into the mirror, totally naked with only my nipple bar and tattoos on show. I had never developed much body hair, I used to get teased at school for being so smooth. I also looked at my face and hair. It had been six weeks since I had been to my college friend for a hair cut. My hair.