’ I stretch my naked form across the blue padded top of the stool – I am compelled to obey her though I tremble. I sense her move lithely across t...e room. I feel the pressure of her scarf around my eyes, feel her knot it securely behind my head with her strength, a strength greater than mine. ‘Can you see?’ Her breath is warm and smoky… I like that. ‘No, it is black… totally black.’ A tingle of fear runs through my testicles… * * * The wind howls and throws out cold invisible tentacles to probe. There were some family pictures that got to me, likethe one of me when I was about five holding up a good-sized walleye withmy dad crouching next to me with his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Thesmile on his face was huge. I think he was hoping at that time I wouldbe just like him. Little did he know that while I enjoyed it, hisranting and raving is what killed the joy for me. But that wasn't theonly picture that made me sad. There was a posed family picture that saton one dresser. It. Billie, my wife, met me at the door wearing nothing but a smile and her wedding ring. She was stunning! Twenty-four years old, five-feet-three-inches tall and weighing one-hundred-and-eight-pounds, her petite body (34B-23-33) was tanned, fit and tight from her exercise routines and long-distance running. Her smallish areolas were puffy and her nipples were hard pebbles.It wasn’t unusual for her to greet me bare-assed naked. She’s a warm, vivacious and playful nymph, who loves being nude and is. ‘He’s on a course, expecting his promotion from major to lieutenant-colonel, then he is taking voluntary retirement. He is a consultant neurosurgeon and is starting his new job in Newcastle. We move next week, I’m mostly packed and living day-to-day out of boxes,’ she smiled at the thought. ‘You looking forward to the move?’ he enquired. ‘Yes and no,’ she said as she looked at Harry, ‘Sylvia and Victoria live only twenty-three miles from here so it is going to be a wrench… Her in-laws live.