”“I’ve been – busy.” I said lamely.“Too busy to send a message?” He shook his head. “I think I need to teach you some manners.”I pre...sed my legs together hard. He stepped closer to me. I felt the world drop out of my stomach. “You remember your safe word, don’t you?”I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.“Scott – for god’s sake!”“It was surrender,” he said, ignoring me. “Now, bend over.”The elevator seemed small. I felt trapped, almost overpowered, even though he wasn’t touching me.“Scott, it’s fucking. But tonight was a crowd going against the rule. No baseball game, no football game, and no hockey game meant no one would be coming apart from the regulars and the depressed. Christmas had come and gone as had New Years leaving the depression the grey days January brought. He braced himself for the worst and couldn’t stop smirking when the best case scenario walked in mumbling about the damn Christmas decorations still being up. Walt came in just about every week since Peter and his brother,. Gee, I wonder why. In the morning, I felt a little weary until I relieved my morning wood. That always makes me feel better and it always perks me up.The morning email could not have been better. There were five jobs I had to complete, none of which were time consuming and all of which were lucrative. I was finished by eleven and I surfed around the web for a few minutes. I surfed over to my model thinking that maybe I should tell her that I love her. Or maybe not. But there she was sitting at. Until I was unceremoniously grabbed and shuffled to the “display room” as they were calling it. All the guys who were there were just as dumbfounded as I was. They must have been expecting some hideous ridiculous outfit with smeared make up and outlandish bright blue eye shadow, expecting a good laugh… not a character that made them question their sexuality. Everything went silent…“samantha… Samantha… SAMANTHA!”Tammy riled me out of my stupor.“Are you ready for your treatment?”I nodded.