At forty two, maybe I am old enough to be her father. With my wife having deserted me five years ago for another I was all bitter and twisted. But my ...exual ardour was still very much in place, especially now with Jennifer around.I was having all sorts of carnal fantasies. Wondering how she would be if I had her. But never imagining just how it would turn out, wondering if she would be interested in an older guy and would want that guy to teach her the fundamentals, for want of another word.. I said,” Why don’t we celebrate your birthday together?”She said, “Why would you do that?” I said because “You look prettier when you are smiling. I want to make you smile.” She asked, “what can you do to make me smile?” I said ” Anything”.We exchanged numbers and that evening I took her to a bar cum restaurant in the city. Things happened so fast that I doubted my steps. I had no idea why the hell she agreed to be with me on the eve of her birthday. Maybe she had no one else to be with.We. He sat there for some time on all fours.Waves would hit him, and he would retch again. Sometimes he would vomit.He was aware that he was also defecating.Whatever it was coming out of him, it wasn't what he would have expected.It was definitely bodily waste, but not like he was used to, he couldn'tmake out what it was in the low light.He was beside himself with embarrassment at shitting himself andpractically laying it but the pain was too much for even his dignity toovercome it.Another severe. Just as I wasthinking of taking off the blindfold I heard the front door open again."Remember no peeking!" I heard her whisper from closer than she shouldhave been. Had she not just left?"I promise I won't," I said. She seemed to be able to read my thoughts. I would prove myself loyal. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom,took my top off and fell asleep on the bed."Wake up sleepyhead!" she said. "I have got your corset!" Now stand up and turn round! Hold on to the bedpost Miss Scarlet.".