" After a few minutes, I got up and showered.As I did, I continued to pray. . . hoping that somehow, God wouldhave mercy on me.While drying myself of..., I tried to make sense of everything. "Howcould I have materialized on the wrong date?" I wondered."Perhaps my genetic imprint was off by enough that it caused sometype of malfunction. Well, at least I got here . . . that's all thatreally matters." I was distracted by my own reflection in themirror. It seemed so strange to see someone. The hallmarks were clearly present and she looked straight into the wizard's eyes for any sign of deception. Years of living with the closely guarded secret of her transvestism had taught Sandra to spot danger or threat or deception quickly. This man's expression was openness and honesty. She had already fallen in love with the beautifully worked stones in the pendant and she took the offer."How much?" They're free for now. Pay me when you find a mate." Don't be silly," protested Sandra,. ”“I hope I won’t have to, but enough about that. What I want to know is where you got that chain thing.”“It’s a nipple clamp. I got it at the shop where I got that movie we watched.”“You’ve had it all this time?”“No. I picked it up last night, along with a few more things after you left last night. They’re open until midnight.”“Oh. Care to tell me what other things you bought?”“Nope. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, get busy reading. I put a big X on stories that don’t have any D/S in. Karen is the woman that has been running the motel and she and I got to be pretty good friends. Karen said that everything goes well but wait till hunting season, that is when the fun begins and we all make alot of money. Hunting season began and the hotel was booked solid. I noticed alot of the local women running around at all hours and asked Karen about this. She said that the local men are out hunting somewhere else and the women are here getting fucked. Also the men leave tips that we.