One evening, after another disappointing date, I found myself frustrated and not just sexually. Giving up on the idea of dating, I hopped into bed and...grabbed my laptop and thought I would get some work done before the sandman calls. The card from Larry had slid out from where the laptop sat on my bedside and fell to the floor. Curiosity struck my fancy on this particularly lonely night and I typed in the website, www.smol.com. “Submissive. Master. Obedient. Little.” read across my screen as. " Would you like a cooked breakfast?" I ask her."When Jenny is here we normally have eggs of some sort." "What sort?" I ask."Poached or fried. Boiled sometimes." "Not scrambled?" Jenny is not keen on scrambled egg." He laughs. "But only because they never come out right." Would you like scrambled egg?" "I would." He says sounding very surprised. "Are you going to make it?" I grin at him and nod. I get everything out ready for the eggs and get him to make the toast. The lovely thing about. I remove my clothes quietly, as I hear your soft breathing I presume you have fallen asleep.I lift the cover and crawl into bed with you and notice you are on your side, so I edge gently to snuggle into your back. As I cuddle into you, I feel the shirt you have borrowed from me and your bare legs.I place my right arm over you and I feel your hand being placed on mine. We are spooned together and the light smell of your perfume is starting to drive me wild, remembering the kiss we had shared. "Now Jason could hear it in his voice. The man was afraid of him! Jason was at once elated and haunted by this idea. "So... is that it?" Yes, I suppose it will have to be," Henry said neutrally. He turned towards the door."Dad, wait!"Henry stopped and turned, silently regarding his son."I need to ask you something." Jason paused. When his father did not object, he continued. "What exactly do you do over at the hospital? Does Haven really have that many neurological patients?"Henry paused a long.