Victor told him he had better figure it out.“I’ve found honesty is the best policy,” Mike offered his advice in the form of what he’d do witho...t telling them what to do. “If they stop and ask tell them it is a voluntary, consensual relationship and that she is in training. They can look all the like, but they cannot touch.”“This is why I like you so much, Mike,” Victor was obviously impressed with my Master. “You always break it down. Honesty IS the best policy. There will be some changes. Weekends he would be parked right in front of the little black and white TV with its rooftop antenna. They lived up on a high hill in the Ozarks and he could pick up Mountain Home’s three channels real good. He always invited a guy or two to watch with him. They might be kin, from work, or someone his wife Myrtle had recommended. Having other fans to cheer with made it so much better. Of course he’d have them bring the beer and Myrtle would have some snacks ready to serve. Them exciting. She could see him looking, checking, but he never did it in a way that made her uncomfortable. It was more like he was not wanting to miss her interest, when she next was ‘interested’.A week passed, and then another, and she realized a long weekend was coming up, friends and an outing were planned, and if she wanted any more fun time, she needed to try and get in the mood again. To get organized. She was a little frustrated. She hated how she slipped back into almost disinterest unless she was. "Do you need a hand with anything? Forgive me, I should stop asking that because you're not helpless." It's okay, at least you ask, most people couldn't care less." I finished putting the stuff in the cupboards. "Okay, are you ready?" I grabbed my crutches and followed her to her car. I threw my crutches onto the back seat and climbed in. She was about to fire up the engine. "Before you start, are you comfortable with that seat position, I think you're a little close to the steering wheel, if.