If I went the way Michael wanted, then it meant I had to work with others. Growing that way meant being more vulnerable. But growing also meant more p...wer and an easier life. I could set up a fake front for the businesses and still maintain control. It was the only way not to be a victim of my own success. I needed to give it some more thought. I waited three weeks before I made the call to Amos. He lived in a trailer house outside of Boone NC. His trailer house was also not far from the Blue. If a girl wanted to join, then she could do whatever she wanted to me. Adam’s limit was touching, or being touched or sucked - no kissing or fucking. I was comfortable with his boundaries. As for another guy, we agreed that we wouldn’t seek it out, but if a guy wanted to join in then touching and oral sex (me giving or receiving) was as far as it would go.In the weeks running up to the party, we flitted between wondering what the hell we were getting into, and eager anticipation. The build-up. Me: That’s true you do, you look in those hot tights. Are are you still wearing them sweetie? Her: (after a silence) Yeah I am.Me: You still want to have some fun tonight don’t you Carla. That’s why you called me isn’t it? It’s okay Carla, I understand, I was your age once too you know, I used to get urges, and follow them, like calling a woman you don’t know. Shall we have some fun tonight Carla?Her: (after a low sigh) I’d like that… yes.Me: Have you ever looked at yourself in the full length. She one day asked if I would like to go further with our exchanges and I soon discovered what she meant when she started to talk very softly in a very sexual way, her telling me what she was doing and asking me if I would ‘squeeze him.’ Again everything I would never ever have thought of doing over a phone link went out of the window and what we were doing , sharing each others aspirations, those things that are deeply intimate seemed not to be filthy but somehow beautiful as we just simply.