It wasn’t a real flower. It was made of straw or reeds. G2 recalled that some of the homeless who camped over near Tybee Island cut the reeds and fa...hioned them into roses, then others sold them for a living. It was delicate—beautiful in its own way.Of course, Gerald knew roses. His mother loved them. Gerald kept his paper route until he was a sophomore in high school and one of the things he did with his money was join the Rose of the Month Club so that he could plant roses for his mother. She. ”I was a little surprised that he would be fucking the help, and I asked, “Well, does her husband have any idea that you’re fucking her, and is she your only source of relief? It’s a little dangerous fucking the help, man.”He laughed and answered, “No, she’s not the only one I get my rocks off with. I sometimes have some lady clients who get horny after seeing the videos, and there’s even a few men who I’ve swapped cock and cum with. You’d be surprised how turned on people get seeing this. As I looked around I saw all sorts of devices meant to restrain a person. I asked him if it was his intention to put me into bondage. He came closer, took me in his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. His tongue parted my lips as he invaded my mouth. His hands were grabbing my ass and squeezing my buttocks. As we parted our kiss he told me to undress. I did so obediently.As I stood there naked except for my high heels he took my cell phone from my purse and took pictures of me. I asked. As they departed the line from John’s knees to him, they faded away.Meanwhile, John stared as the dragon sculptures decorating the walls began to move, unmistakably this time. Flying, floating and crawling they all made their way to the same wall as the sleeping dragon. None crossed his space, circumnavigating the room’s perimeter going the other direction to cluster in a separate, tight group occupying the rest of that wall.As John’s eyes tracked that movement, he realized four one-foot-thick.