I tried not to stare, but I think she saw me look a few times. “Can I help you?” she asked, confused. “Yes, yes you can. What would you say if...I told you that I was a lesbian?” I asked curiously. She shrugged, but it looked like she was deep in thought, and shocked at the same time. “Well, I am a lesbian. A huge one. And I’ve been playing with your pussy and titties in your sleep for the past three months!” I blurted out while I slipped off my shirt to keep the changing going. I sat down. But then she said "this is DARE time". I was like "really?", she laughs. Then she said. "I dare you to plow the snow without any underwear on". I confidently said "That's it? For sure." "But after, you'll join us downstairs and you'll wear your compression underwear and your pajama top" she added. "WTF?!" I said. She already was thinking what I was about to, my penis will shrink further down to nothing in the cold and then I have to wear tight underwear after. I was right. Soon after I plowed. "Oh, no, Ma'am--not that, please not that!"Mildred picked up a short whip off her dresser top, shook it, menacingly. "Don't make me angry, Mabel!"Mabel shivered again as she went to a closet, dragged out a bizarre piece of furniture. It was something in between the kind of vaulting horse that was used in gymnasiums and an old-fashioned praying pew. The top was covered with leather and it had four sturdy, sloping legs.The cook dragged it into the center of the bedroom, then stood, shaking,. Rachel -- despite what happened ... or, maybe because of it ... I'd like to think I'm your friend. I'd like to think you're my friend, too." Friends, Noah." She extended her hand. He offered her his, she grasped it and squeezed it. "I need a friend. I'm pretty much by myself -- I'm sort of an orphan ... I don't have any family." Feel free to call me or text me any time," he said. "You have my number already." Yeah. I guess I do." Call me and let me know how you're doing." I will, Noah. Talking.