It was myfacebook page. There was a photo of me and a status update saying "Outrunning today, saw this and thought mmmm, interesting." The photo,thank...ully, was from the neck down."Finished?" he asked.Defeated I nodded my head. He clicked on another tab and my tumblrpage popped onto the screen. Same photo, same update."Now, do you want to rethink things or shall I start posting photoswith your face in them?"I got down on my knees and picked up his socks."Master Sir, this pathetic sissy is. He also wanted a little independence in his job. As he thought about it, he realized that he’d rather have a job where there wasn’t much reading, beyond what was absolutely necessary.He sat back in his chair and considered what he had written down. Reading it over, he decided that his ticket to happiness was basically a moderate lifestyle. Thinking about what he had written, he liked what he had identified. If he could achieve all of the things in his description, he would be happy. He realized. The second side of the square contained a long, gentle incline. I tried to maintain my pace and actually overtook a few runners on the way, but I was really grateful when it levelled off because I was sweating profusely, my lungs were bursting and I was starting to struggle. I remembered Coach Budd’s advice to keep something in reserve for the last incline and realised I could be in trouble.I received an acknowledgement from the marshal and set off on the third side. I kept to my fast pace even. You had me so worked up, I thought I was going to die. I was all set to surrender myself to you, when Fran came home. I never really forgave her for that. There I was, in the company of an older man that, somehow, I knew, would give me a memory of a lifetime, and….poof! I ended up giving it up to Mickey Schrader on prom night. What a disappointment that was!” “What can I say? I was as excited as you were, my hand on your thigh, my lips all over your nipples. I ended up going to my room and.