"NOW!," she yelled. The force of her command startled me, but I did as I was told. Once we were in the bedroom, she shut the door and turned to me. "W...en I see something I want, I take it," she said. "We either do this my way, or not at all. Understand?" I managed to mumble a feeble yes. She ordered me to take off my shirt, then tied it over my eyes, making an effective blindfold. "I got to improvise with whatcha got here," she stated. "I ain't got my equipment." After she secured the. She hadon a black jumper with the skirt but what got my attention wasthat she wore stockings with the skirt. It was short enough thatstanding still the stocking tops were covered but as she movedglimpses of stocking top were seen. I had begged her to wear theskirt with stockings and she had always refused but not tonight!I can barely describe that evening. The utter bliss of beingdressed as I was while Alison moved around flashing stocking topsat me with every move.We had a wonderful meal and. You stand there, in the doorway, looking around at what can be seen. It is just as I described it last night when you just couldn’t wait to know where we were going this weekend. A large fireplace sits on one side of the room with an old bearskin rug on the floor in front of it. Just ahead are leather chairs to relax in while reading or drinking coffee in the morning. The walls hold old mounts from hunting days long ago. A big picture window fills the one wall where you can see the snow falling. So there.-----------SECOND CHANCE...By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and hewas forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through theair. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made contactwith the pavement - and pain rushed through his body in a terrible sheet ofagony a split second before he felt utterly numb. Unable to move, he found himself.