When I was in school, I hadn’t been the most popular candidate for dating to say the least. Never the prettiest or skinniest, always “the friend�.... So while I was in school, I had felt ignored, invisible to an extent, and now all those anxious feelings were returning. The butterflies must have been having a rave, because my stomach was doing flips with anticipation. With shaky hands, I fastened my locket around my neck. I had most certainly blossomed since I finished school. Any excess weight. Flashing through my mind , pictures of stocking tops and pure white thighs above as I joined her, feeling a nudge in my groin. Something was stirring to show me I still had it and, being so close to Louise, taking in her scent and feeling her natural warmth, I was again reminded that the boring past had gone and the new and exciting future was beginning. I could hardly have wished for a better starter than the feel of Louise’s lips brushing against my left cheek “Pete you are such a dear man,. Then she snapped handcuffs on both my wrists, tightening them painfully. She squatted over my mouth and began to squeeze out a turd. I got it into my mouth and began chewing as rapidly as possible, while continuing to take the disgusting thing into my mouth. It was as horrid-tasting as the weekend before--I had to fight to keep it in my mouth, all the while fighting my gag reflex as well (at least last weekend, she had me bob for the turds in the toilet bowl--that way I got to drink a little. He knows she looks familiar, could it be her? Nahh, never in a place like this she never could stand these "meat markets" she always called them no matter how stylish they made them look, he gets closer to see what she looks like and still her face is obscured... She keeps doing her exercises and notice her watcher is getting closer, he movements are familiar, as if she knows them like she knows her own, but she cannot think of who it may be and again his face is in shadow although the place is.