..Adam."On Saturday, you will go into this hotel lobby at noon. You will pick up the key for room 212, get inside, place the key under the welcome mat...outside, strip down, blindfold yourself, and wait for me." I sent it with the hotel address, inhaling deeply. Tomorrow was Friday, I had a day to make up an alibi."Yes Mistress. Shall we continue talking, or shall I wait until Saturday to speak to you again?" was the reply, and I just didn't answer. I was suddenly very tired, and needed rest. Who was I to stop her? The store was rather crowded with about a dozen men and two other couples. Everyone looked fairly normal. Most of the single men were looking at magazines and rental movies. Sensing her nervousness, we joined the other couples in the rather tame section containing lotion, novelties and cards. Before long we boldly moved to the section containing the vibrators and dildos were she marveled at the variety of designs and sizes. It was incredibly erotic watching Sara in front. They'd call me the next day with results. The next day came and went.Needless to say, I was getting frustrated and my stress levels were going through the roof.Finally, this morning, I got the call. The doctor's office said the results were finally in and that it didn't look good. They described a very rare form of cancer that was inoperable and suggested I do my best to get my affairs in order. I was flabbergasted. I asked them to double-check to make sure it was my file they were reading. I. I pulled it out from my pocket. I wondered what she had been so secretive about. I could just read the words in the light of the fire. I was surprised when I saw part was in German, in an old Gothic script, but every second page was in a language I did not know, also in a Gothic script.Remembering a little of the German I had learned from my tutor I tried to translate it. The German words seemed to be about mostly medical stuff. I supposed they were the spells that the gypsies foisted on the.