´ I flipped open the phone. My eyes frantically scanned the television screen for the message that had captured my imagination. It occupied a place a... the top of the list and was in danger of being eliminated when fresh messages arrived. My sweaty fingers hurriedly punched in the digits. Not being the most forward of people, I elected to send a text message as opposed to calling the number provided. The brief message contained my age, height, weight and eye colour. And a candid admittance, that. It reminded Randy of the Slave Theater at the Nimitz, but this did not have seating or the luxury boxes. In the darkness the walls seemed to disappear and the brightly lit stage seemed to float in a sea of blackness.On the stage was Willow, kneeling, bound and blindfolded.Carl woke and looked at the ceiling. He remembered falling backwards onto the bed, he remembered the feeling of Page removing his shoes and pants, and he remembered her riding his cock to a shattering climax. It had been so. Seeing the bottle she got some ice & water from refrigerator. I have ordered some eatables. She was not interested in drinking bear as she had never before. But I insisted and after some time she hesitantly agreed. I asked her about her past. Why she was divorced etc. She also was free to tell all the things. I was nearly ten years younger to her. She told me she separated from her husband six years back since then I am the first man in her life. In the fifth year of marriage something went. She hopedthat the ruffled skirt would provide sufficient camouflage. So, Jordana had reason to be more suspicious. When Jamie spotted herglancing at his boy part for the third time, he finally said, "I hope itdoesn't make you uncomfortable Jordana, but yes, I am a boy." Jordana was not yet ready to admit who SHE was. She said, "No, Jamie,it doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. In fact I think it's awesome. But I AM curious. What has made you wear a girl's bathing suit, andmakeup?" Jamie.