.. how do you... I mean, how can I... um..." What is it, sweetheart? You know you can talk to me about anything. We are girlfriends and you can tell y...ur girlfriend anything," she said smiling. She turned to face Heather squarely to show her she had her full attention.Heather took a deep breath. "Okay, how do you... please a guy? I mean... like sexually?" she asked looking down as soon as she said it."Do you have a new boyfriend, honey? Is that what this is about?" she asked."Yeah, sort of I. He had been massaging her for almost an hour, starting with her neck and working his way down, and his arms and shoulders ached."Remember, you have to spend plenty of time on my feet," said Sally. "It's in my instructions." I'm going to be so stiff tomorrow morning I'll need a massage myself," he complained. "I'm almost looking forward to moving onto the next part, if you can believe that."His eyes strayed to the three black leather straps that were the only adornment on his wife's naked,. We'd play basketball and a little baseball. It's a great thing to teach your son to hit a thrown ball with a bat. Catching a ball that takes a bad hop is a worthwhile skill, too.But Moira was special.We found that there was no evidence of damage, or 'missing parts' that would explain her blindness. Her eyes seemed normal and there was no sign that the optic nerve bundle wasn't functional. Nor could anyone find any brain damage or malfunction that might explain it. But 'hysterical blindness' was. Well i’ve done worse, and I had just enough to drink that some dark thoughts came into my head.“Sure Jack. No problem. When you get back, put the outfit back on and return to your Goofy self,” I joked.He needed no more encouragement. He peeled the outfit out, stached it in a cabinet of some sort, and headed out with a wave as he left. I looked at Goofy’s head and started chuckling to myself. In another minute I was enjoying the party as Jack aka, Goofy. It was as if I was Jack. I tried to act.