You and I have never flirted openly. But since my divorce 5 years ago,you have taken it upon yourself to check in on my love-life: more as aconcerned ...oman looking out for me than anything else.In my first year of divorce, I did the stereotypical older guy thing,dating women that were hypersexual and way too young to have any sort oflasting relationship. You counseled me a few times, making sure I didn'tget trapped in some trophy-wife, gold-digger situation. I have valuedyour thoughts on love. He had grown more and more fidgety because of this,and he blurted out that he would enjoy sex any way as long as he didn'thave to wear the rotten cage. "Oh, the cage is irritating you is it?Never mind, darling, it will be removed before too long...." commentedAlison, without explaining what "too long," meant. "Now, Alice sweetie,lets get ourselves ready for some fun this afternoon." She took him bythe hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom, and whispered in his earthat she was going to play. My brother was naked and there was a black bag pulled over his head. His hands were behind his back, bound by those zip-tie cuffs that riot police used. A moment later, two of those sewage workers who'd been meandering about our college all morning hauled out a shaking Sam. She had a similar bag thrust over her head. Her naked breasts quivered, her inner thighs gleaming.“Let go of my Master!” Paris shrieked and threw herself at the man in the suit. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull his grip. Andit's five o'clock already!" "No hurry, big Sis!" came the reply. "I took it up the hill...andfell asleep myself!...Have a drink!" "Very well," my Lady replied. "But then I'll have to startdinner.....Will you take it back, dear?" "OK.....Which reminds me...we really must find it another name when we'reusing it as our pony!" "Mmm!" My Lady sat deep in thought for a moment. Then: "I know!We'll call it 'Muffin'!" (And so it was to be; I was 'Fido' when I lay at my Lady's feet; 'Muffin'when I.