The note reads, Happy Anniversary Vanessa. There is a black wrapped box, with a gold bow on the bed. I open the box, and there is a pair of black stil...tto pumps, a blindfold, and some silk scarves. The note says to undress, put on the shoes, and put the blindfold on, and wait on the bed. I am not sure what Mark has on his mind, but I am doing as I am told. I am waiting on the bed. I hear the key turning and the door opens and closes. Mark tells me he is taking off his clothes. “Vanessa, I want. After the introductions, Melissa said, “If you all usually strip when you are over here, please don’t change anything because I’m here. I’m going to keep my clothes on for now, if it’s okay with you. I just ... I’m not ready ... Well ... I guess I don’t have as much nerve as all of you seem to have. I’m sorry.”Kat spoke up before any of the others and said, as she went over to give the obviously nervous girl a hug, “Honey, I had the same reaction that you did when I met these crazy people. It. I was blocked. I had been fighting on a follow up novel to my first novel that had bombed. It was summer time and warm and sunny, but the birds did not sing for me. The money that was keeping me in food and whiskey was dwindling fast. I was at a crossroad; and instead of working on anything publishable, I was doodling on my notepad and looking at pictures of attractive girls on the Internet. That was how I found her. She was on one of those networking sites. I had come across her by accident. A bunch of hands, probably 20 or more clawed at her jeans. The tears in them gave way easily. It was weird, I could see them being torn from her ankles up. The denim slowly disappeared. The crowd thought it was a game slowly taking more and more denim as the tears would see fit. Then they were torn off in a frenzy into little and I mean little shorts. The remaining denim she wore only covered her ass barely, and had the seem still connected under her crotch area. The fingers felt up.