. or else it was a certainty that I was already being set-up to fail – badly, loudly, publically and very politically ... probably with a maximum of...anti-GWA diplomatic fallout and undoubtedly involving at least one unfortunate conflagration, such as a second Great Chicago Fire. What a cheerful thought! I was sure that my dossier positively screamed out 'Firebug!' and that whomever wanted me to fail would be certain to find something expensive and irreplaceable for me to burn down!I made a. I realized that I was just standing there, staring at her, with what I can only assume was a very dopey look on my face, so I summoned back my brains from their vacation and told her, "It's fine, don't worry, most of the stuff should come out when I finally get home."Moving around the counter and into the back. I changed into a store tee and went back to work. I just couldn't get her smile out of my mind. That days lessons probaby should have been free. I was not really there. I went home with. That song ends and he tells me to stay put he'll be right back then he goes to the band and requests Stairway to heaven song. He comes back and gathers me in his arms twirling me around the floor. We talk a little more but I can feel his hardon against my thigh. Seems I'm not the only one horny . Jim asks if he can take me to breakfast. Sure I tell him so off the dance floor we go. I tell Joanne that we are going to breakfast and she says my brother is meeting her there and they were going to. "well?" she was demanding. That was the moment when the boundaries blurred, it had been years since I'd let anybody push me through the pain/pleasure boundary. Some people call it subspace, its the thing that happens when the pain becomes pleasurable, everything else just disappears and all thats left is a sense of euphoria. A safe place. A place where nothing else matters. Don't get confused and think I'd finally managed to relax right at this moment in the way thats needed to enjoy anal sex.