I pulled into my parking lot and made my way up to my apartment. I went straight to my computer and checked my email - he had already sent a message!... It read:Hey Slut - you have two options... I'm leaving the choice to you.Option one: you can remove all of the hair on your body, and start practicing with the small dildo, and I'll see you on Monday.Option two: open the attachment, and follow the directions. I will warn you again. This way is Not For the Faint of Heart. But by how tonight. .. now!He never thought it would come to this, but there was no choice. He would have to offer himself in exchange for Kathy; there was no other way. If he died, at least he would die knowing that Kathy realized how much he cared for her. Raising the bullhorn to his trembling lips, he boomed out his offer.Jim, on the other side of the wall, grinned triumphantly. It worked! "Okay, here's what we do... when he comes in the door Lydia, you knock him over the head with that old lamp, and Mark, you. Though I could tell neither she nor Rob was as dark as yesterday. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated. There weren’t many guys in the store so I was a likely candidate. I told him that I probably was (I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring) and we talked a little more. He did ask if I was open to anything else, I answered that I always was; what did he have in mind?He had a friend who was recently divorced and pretty horny; would it be possible for him to join us in the room? Both of these guys were tops. I asked for a little more info about his friend, was he a decent guy?...was he.