"You're making the prettiest little bump downthere. Oh, Myra, it's so nice not to be facing another killer cock. Itwould spoil the mood if I couldn'... stop myself from falling to my kneesand sucking you off. I hate to admit it, but I used my mouth like somekind of runaway pump. You can be thankful that you don't have to be putthrough that. With us, it's all about making connections." She gave mesome more nipple manipulation, until I was shifting my feet around,unable to stand still. Then. 'In fact, I even took the Lord's name in vain today!''Goodness, Sister!' gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. 'You must tell me all about it!''Well, we were on the fifth tee ... and this hole is a monster, Mother—540-yard par-5, with a nasty dogleg right and a hidden green ... and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made.And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted ... and it hits a bird in mid-flight!''Oh my!' commiserated the Mother. 'How. ?Look at you, Silas. You partied your way out of JulliardMusic school, and have been working as a used-carsalesman for the past eighteen years.? WHACK! WHACK! The switch gashed the glansof my penis, and I should have gone limp, but I was so damned excited. ?And before we started our BDSM relationship,? Bootsie said. ?You cheated on me constantly?and always madeinane excuses.?WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! Now my penis was limp and a bitbloody. Bootsie began rubbing my peniswith her soft hands. ?And I. "How would I feel," he reflected, "if Christy were living on the other side of the country, just out of school, and I heard she was hooked up with some professional baseball player -— or football player, maybe —- who was considerably older than she was and a complete unknown quantity?"Or maybe, since I'm a former professional athlete myself, I should divorce myself from the 'athlete' thing. How would I feel if Christy were twenty-five and hooked up with a rock musician, say? Or maybe some actor.