I wrote about it earlier. You have to put yourself in my shoes. You have to remember when you were that age, so horny you could mastubate 3 times a da... and still drool over every sexy girl, or boy, that walked by. I was at the age when you just start getting your first tastes of freedom and start experimenting with sex.My next shift at the restaurant was days after the Christmas party. I was so nervous to go. I thought that maybe everyone would know what had happened at Sherry’s, what I had. There was a short period of time in which a lot of people returned home from work. He watched the influx with interest, wondering what kinds of jobs these people had that allowed them to come home at a reasonable time. There were a few who wore uniforms that announced their occupation.A young man in his late twenties shuffled tiredly up the walk to Dexter’s apartment. His head was down while he was walking. When he stepped onto the porch, he was startled to see Dexter seated there watching. “Put your wet things on the landing. I’ll take them down with my own when I’ve dried off.”So saying he left her standing and went to his room, where he stripped, towelled himself off and dressed in a tee shirt and boxer shorts, over which he donned a dressing gown. Then he collected the pile of her clothes and took them down to the tumble drier. He saw how flimsy and sexy her bra and knickers were and wondered if she had put them on to come to him, or whether they were for her new boyfriend.He. It was a message from Master that read.."I prefer my bitches to beg in person." The message also contained the city He was in and a cell phone number.Then He logged off and i was left with a decision with the clock still ticking. It was obvious He was in control and He was letting me know the way it was gonna be. If i was to get out of this it would be in person and on His terms!Next thing i new i was setting on the plane staring out across the horizon.The earliest flight i could get would put.