Well, it would beappropriate for a woman of my age if I was a woman. In hindsight, it wasboiling the kettle that sealed my fate. If the kettle had not...beenbubbling so loudly and I had not been concentrating on putting freshcoffee granules in my mug along with a spoonful of sugar, then maybe Iwould have heard the front door open, heard heels on the wooden floor ofthe kitchen. It was her voice I heard first."Well, hello there young lady. Is there something you want to confess?"I froze. The kettle. I had also brought to work my little black bag that holds 2 pairs of pantyhose 1 black,1 taupe. Also in my bag is jell, my nipple clamps and my 8 inch dildo just encase my Mistress wants me to stuff myself. We both kept texting back and forth letting us both know what was on each others mind. When I returned to work wearing my sexy underclothing, the feeling of my Garters rubbing on my legs and smooth ass cheeks. I was really feeling feminine and sexy. After about and hour of this feeling I. Then I would hug her as she whispered, ‘Promise me you’ll never grow up, and we can be together forever.’ ‘I promise Mom Mom, I’ll never grow up.’ — — — — — ‘Mike . . . Mike are you listening?’ ‘What? I’m sorry Mom, what were you saying?’ My voice echoed strangely over the phone line, as if I were in a tunnel or something. ‘They are medicating her intravenously, antibiotics and painkillers. I told them no machines, and not to resuscitate her if she goes. She is so old, and the pain, anytime. The young lady was watched constantly, but after saving the lives of several children who had been shot, she had won them over. It wasn’t long before she would win everyone over, even me,” Inari smiled in remembrance.“You two got involved, didn’t you?” Priya queried with a knowing smile.“We did, but not after a long time of us getting to know each other,” Inari replied.“How long before you agreed to go out on a date with her?” Priya questioned, feeling the slight sting of jealousy.“Six.