* * * * * For the summer I decided that I needed to be a bit fitter, so took up touch rugby, which was something I had always wanted to do. I gathered...some friends up and entered a work team. I had not had a boyfriend for some time, but rather enjoyed looking at the muscular and athletic types I played against. Their lycra sticking to all curves. My luck was to change for the better, although at the time it didn’t seem so. One evening I was running with the ball and I got literally bowled over. Part of it made me mad. Part of it turned me on. I walked inside and continued upstairs to my room. At the same time, Parker walked out of the bathroom.“Bump?” I asked.“Sure!” Parker answered as he followed me into my room.I grabbed the bag and cut two lines on my nightstand. I snorted one and then stepped back to let him have his turn. Parker was tall - slightly over six feet and could not have weighed more than one hundred sixty pounds. His young bushy hair curled up in the back,. "A couple of years ago, I discovered thatRyan had been fucking his secretary. I gave him a choice. He could havean expensive divorce, or he could agree to be my property. We'd alreadybeen playing a lot of discipline games, so I knew he was the submissivetype - at least where I was concerned. The cage sealed the deal, if youlike. It's locked, and only I have the key." So he wears that all the time?" Tiffany couldn't decide if she washorrified or fascinated. Probably both, she thought."Oh yes.. What bothers me about most human beings is the fact that they’re sheep on two legs. For example, there is a red-haired white woman working in the Brockton Community Library who’s a closet racist. She hates men and racial minorities. Her name starts with an L. Let’s call her Miss L, shall we? Most people who frequent the library think of her as a nice if sometimes high-strung person. I see her for what she is. I see the disguised disdain in her eyes when she’s talking to a black person, a.