Cori leaned over my arm and looked at what I had up on the monitor. "Oh,that's another post from Anna. She's always got good advice. I've e-mailedher ... couple of times when I had questions I didn't everyone to see. Ifyour mom says it's okay, I'll give you her address." I ain't got a computer." Oh ... well, does your mom let you borrow hers?" She ain't got one either." I was feeling both annoyed and embarrassed. Ihated being the only kid I knew who didn't have a computer at home.Cori stifled a. She wanted to know the size of my breasts. “I’m a 32b Maam.” She wanted to know if my nipples were sensitive to the touch. Without question, they were and so…I politely told her so. My stomach was flat…I was 32 years of age; I worked out in the gym on a semi-daily basis. My husband and I had been married for 8 years. The BDSM lifestyle was practiced within our marriage; my husband owned me. He was loaning me out? In the back of my mind, I knew that this man, this woman’s husband was. Did you sleep okay’ I said as I lost my fight with a morning yawn. She just nodded and then got a crafty look on her face. ‘I could use some breakfast, but do you think you could help me with something first?’ she asked. ‘Sure, what did you have in mind?’ ‘How about we go wake up my room-mate so that I can get a few things from my room?’ The crafty look was still there as she started to extricate her legs from mine and got up off the couch. I did the same and gathered up my bag, grabbing. It’s as if all of his career spanning twenty years had brought him to this. I became mesmerized for over an hour until he lifted his hands and the piano rippled out its last reverberations. I stood and clapped with the rest of the audience until he silenced us and invited the two others back and they played another love song, unknown to me, but sweet and quiet and relatively short. A quieter but no less appreciative applause followed, allowing him to end the concert with graceful satisfaction..