He hated being left out and, with a twinkle in her eye, Cheri said she could help me out but I’d have to play along with her scheme. I asked what sh... had in mind. She said, because it was her place, she could make anything happen and she also had my man down to an exact science.“But,” she said, “what are your limits?”“None,” I said and told her that I wanted to be fucked till I tapped out. “I only want men who are not timid or lovey. I like hung, aggressive guys to pound me till I drop.”But no. After all, miss Brat knew what’s best for him and he wanted to be a good boy.He entered the bookstore early in the afternoon, and as far as he could see, it was pretty deserted. A few customers here and there, some looking for fun, some looking for saucy books, other just cruising and looking for others. Miss Brat instructed him to go and wait behind a row of shelves; it was a fairly big place and he could enjoy in a few minutes of solitude before someone discovered him. After a quarter he was. I could lose my job; I probably would. They weren’t required to accept everybody; they didn’t have to let me keep my job. I had worked there for three years; it was decent money and a fun job.I took another step. When the Boy Scouts found out, I would be stripped of my position. I loved working with the Boy Scout troop. I was an assistant scoutmaster, having turned eighteen a few months prior. I had been with that troop since the first grade; being forced to leave would hurt more than a little.. ”“Oh, it is like that, huh? Well, normally I do, but I was willing to make an exception in your case. I just like to know where I stand. Am I a backup plan, or are you trading up?” she asked me.Shit, that was the best question I had ever heard in my life. Let me see if I can break this question down for you the way I interpreted it. There are two choices. In one choice, SHE is my backup plan meaning that I am so fucking cool and awesome that I could have a side chick in case the first one fell.