” we answered, more or less inunison. Brandi perhaps with more of a quaver to hervoice. “Our beautiful hostesses have had nothing toea... or drink this evening. We must remedy that!”said Mistress. A pillow was placed behind our heads. Now I couldlean back into its softness without knocking Brandi’shead. There was a sound of zippers. And then a lotof exposed cocks. “Bon appetit!” said Mistress. One man approached me, and. You are so good to me." We're good to each other. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we start going tothe gym earlier," she said as she turned off the light and kissed me onthe forehead.I fell into a deep, blissful sleep, unaware that in just a few short weeksI might realize that I had just agreed to a bit more than I bargained for.Back to the GymAs you know, part of our routine was to go Sarah's gym on Tuesday andThursday mornings - me in my boy workout clothes -- for an Aerobics class.Sarah had. I took a moment to calm myself; the surest way to drown was to panic. I knew that my body would naturally rise upward. When it began to lift, I kicked towards the surface. My lungs began to starve for oxygen, and my natural reaction was to try to gasp for breath. It was all I could do to fight that instinct.I broke the surface, sucked in a huge lungful of air, and saw another comber coming. I’d learned to dive towards the wave to shorten the time it had to do its worst. I popped up on the other. ‘Didn’t you say to the police at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine?’ asked the solicitor.Gerry responded: ‘Well, I’ll tell you what happened. I’d just loaded my fav’rit cow, Bessie, into da... ‘‘I didn’t ask for any details’, the solicitor interrupted. ‘Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine!’?’Gerry said, ‘Well, I’d just got Bessie into da trailer and I was drivin’ down da road... ‘The solicitor interrupted again and said, ‘Your Honour, I am.