I had seen her on several occasions learning Kung Fu and Tang So Do and today she carried in her Bo Staff. She smiled and I smiled and she asked where...Master Frank was. I told her that he was out would be gone for a few hours and to feel free to practice as long as she wanted. She smiled and went to the dressing room to change. On the desk was a small tv monitor that had a security monitor display. It showed the back door and part of the dressing room door was visible. With the door shut of. . but we are allowed one artist per year that we can sign without his consent. If you were able to persuade me, I might be willing to make you my free pass." I looked up at him and the tears almost instantly stopped. Mark was in his forties, his hair was a light brown or dark blonde. I couldn't really tell. He had it parted with long bangs. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, but I was just being coy. I knew exactly what he meant. "Well you could come over here and convince me that you're. “Alright then, Den.” “And where are you coming from?” she asked. “I’m coming from the cemetery. I go there every Thursday afternoon and put some new flowers on the gravestone of my wife” I answered. “Are you still sad sometimes that she died?” “It’s been such a long time since she passed. She died of an involuntary abortion along with our unborn daughter. Our daughter would be of your age now. Who knows, maybe you would have become real good friends. But sometimes, yeah, it all comes. "What's the matter honey? Is anything wrong?" "No it's nothing...I just...I just never used any toys before. I never had anything in my ass that’s bigger than my fingers." I stuttered. "Well I did finger your ass last time and you seemed to love that. What about that guy you met? Didn't you want him to fuck you?" Jamie inquired. "Of course I did have fingers in my ass but that's all. Please let's not talk about that guy, okay? ..." A tear rolled down my cheek and I had to be careful not to cry..