Some girls in school had shown interest in me every now and then, but I had always avoided them. I told myself that I kept them at a distance because ...hey only wanted me because my mother was rich and famous, but deep down inside I knew that I avoided them because I was terribly insecure and was afraid that I wouldn’t be any good at ‘it’.I edged toward the room and knelt in front of the door, so I could look through the keyhole. What I saw I could hardly believe. My mother was only thirty-three. He felt his body stretched firmly, allowing him only the slightest movement of his fingers, othervise he was completely stretched in a very uncomfortable and quite painfull position. The blindfold was off, but otherwise the solid metal posture collar and the gag filling his mouth completely, was securely in place with it's small padlocks. he tried to geet free, but realized after a while, there was nothing to do about it, and began to give in to it slowly.he felt totally helpless, not knowing. It was the way he liked to deal with people. Once again, his shoulders slumped, but this time he chuckled.She barely restrained her joy at the apparent turnaround, but waited until he raised his eyes and looked right at her. Then, she stepped right up and pressed herself to him in a tight hug."This isn't very professional," she said with her face pressed sideways against his bare chest, "but you seem to make women want to do this. You are a beautiful person, inside and out, Dale."She released. “Whooah” she exclaimed as a sliver of cold air crept under her comforter and she bundled up again. Timidly now, with the covers held tightly, she rolls over for a second attempt. Through the bitter darkness she groaned as her eyes were able to make out 6:25 a.m. on her digital clock. Natasha hated being woken up before her alarm at 7:00 and wasn’t willing to leave her futile bundle of warmth just yet. “I swear I’m going to bat that super upside the head”. There had been problems with the heater.