While putting on her coat when the service was over, she unexpectedly turned around and looked at me. She even seemed to like what she saw. I was not ...ure why. I was wearing a white shirt and tie, but they obviously had not been purchased at Woodward and Lothrop. My Navy pea coat showed its age and origins in an Army surplus store. My story happens during the late 1970’s. Poverty, being less obviously a choice than it had been ten years earlier, was no longer fashionable.Also, I was embarrassed. "The little man was coming to the conclusion that he did not really likeLarry very much. So he did not bother saying goodbye. Instead he justraised his palms up in surrender then disappeared. Larry was toopreoccupied with his inner machinations to notice.---"Hello Larry," the little man said coldly, disappointed that Larry wasstill the one calling him. "What's the matter now; you need me totorture someone today?" Yeah, Rita," Larry said glowering back down the hallway.The little man was a. The history teacher part of him was intrigued by the fact that he was not only witnessing history first-hand, he was actually a part of it. The thought that his name might actually appear in textbooks was a bit disturbing, though.He thought about it on the long ride back home to Olympus, and reached a decision. If history was going to say anything about him, here, he didn't want it to be all about inventing devices to kill people more efficiently. As his wives often reminded him, he was an. He, I think, suspects the strength of my sexual drives more than the others. He has made it clear that he wants me, and one day, he might get his wish. By midway through the day my cotton panties were damp from the moisture seeping from my aroused womanhood. Normally aggressive in bed, the idea of being bound by a man I don’t know was as appealing as it was frightening. But fantasy is an extremely important part of sexuality. And this is my fantasy with you…. I found myself bound by your will,.